Power of Appreciation (Other (Not Listed) Sample)

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THE POWER OF APPRECIATION
A certain young and educated woman in an up market estate is having an especially bad day. Coming from her lecture session in a prestigious university, her professor was complaining of her academic underperformance for two consecutive years. To add salt to the injury her father had just called her. He presented her with a tough ultimatum: to stay out of trouble with the law, failure to which he would cut the link that existed between their bank accounts. According to her father she was continuously becoming an embarrassment to the family due to her regular and frequent run ins with the law. She huffed as she threw her expensive and latest iPhone into her new designer Gucci clutch bag. She thought to herself, "My third instance of drinking under the influence angered him much more than the first and second. He will get over it. I hope.”
She quickly fished her phone back out of her handbag and called her two classmates who were also her best friends. They arranged and agreed to catch up at their regular bar. An hour and a half later she and her best friends arrive at the swanky and exclusive bar. Each of them orders a glass of appletinis. A few moments later she is letting loose on about her father. She would be a lost kitten if she lost the support of her father, she narrated to her friends. Her friends nodded, only speaking on cue.
Her eyes wandered and landed to a disheveled young man who is seated three spaces over at the bar. He wore a suit and his head was held between his hands. The only company he had was the whiskey glass in front of him. "At least my day is better than his," the young woman thought to herself. At that moment her awful mood lifted a bit.
The young man in a suit groaned at nothing in particular. "Should I move? I cannot stand to listen to this bunch of spoilt women anymore," he thought to himself. Just as fast as the thought of moving had appeared, the faster it disappeared. A streak of misfortunes facing him took its place at the forefront of his mind. He was a young renowned investor and he had just made a disastrous and costly trade. The deal had cost his organization one of its best clients ever. It could not have come any closer to costing him his prestigious job and definitely his bonus. On a positive note however, he had just bought himself a brand new Aston Martin. He groaned again and downed the whiskey in one shot. He then signaled the cocktail waitress for another of the same.
As he was waiting to be served, he heard the words every person dreads to receive. "It’s not you, it’s me." He sighed deeply. All this time while he was seated there he barely noticed a couple that was seated next to him. The guy was being dumped in public, in a bar for that matter.
"Please, give me one more chance. Just one!" the guy pleaded. "We have wasted five years of our lives in this so called marriage. I cannot do this anymore. I’m sorry!" the lady said as she pushed back her bar stool.
Once again the young investor grimaced, "Five years? At least I do have a happy marriage and, at least my day is better than his." At this point his sad mood lifted a bit. The cocktail waitress set a fresh glass of whiskey in front of him.
The guy seated next to the investor was now distraught. He sat and watched his now new ex-wife leave her seat and the bar as well. He knew there was some truth in what she had just said. She was right! For more than a year now they had not been happy but that did not ease the sting he felt one bit. He got up from his seat to go to the bathroom. He needed to get out of that seat, and decide on his first drink as a now single man. As he was waiting for the bathroom, he stood next to the kitchen and heard everything coming from it. There was a commotion that was impossible to miss.
The bar manager was yelling at the cocktail waitress. "You are well aware that the required uniform is a white shirt. Look at yours! It is clearly off-white. Now, I am going to send you out on your lunch break and when you come back, I expect you to be in full uniform if you are really in need of keeping your job. There is a uniform store three blocks down the street. Yes! I know it is not cheap, but you know what? I don’t really care. You better start moving. Your lunch break started three minutes ago!”
The man shifted his weight willing the patron in the bathroom to hustle. He did not come here to be a spectator of people’s problems. The waitress exited the kitchen brushing him with her head down. "At least my day is better than hers," he thought to himself. His bad mood was lifted a little bit.
On her way outside a few tears leaked from the waitress’s eyes. Her manager was well known by the bar’s employee for his cruelty and high handedness. On the other hand, the bar was one of the most upscale establishments in town, and she had mouths depending on her for food. As she hurried through the three blocks to the uniform store, she cursed herself for thinking the manager would not notice her shirt. Now she had to pay double price more than what she usually pays for her work shirts.
At the store’s entrance, she asked one of the workers where the white women’s work shirts were. He pointed next to him without uttering a word and not looking up from the shirts he was folding. If she was quick enough, she would probably have time to eat. She went through a few of the shirts and grabbed her size. She then headed to the cashier. Her stomach was now rumbling. As she waited to be served, she watched as a customer went through all the piles of the neatly folded clothing. Behind the customer was the man who had helped her. He was staring at the customer with a look of pure disdain on his face. She looked away, barely stifling a laugh. She remembered what it was like working in the retail industry. She went into the restaurant business because the money was not worth the customers. "At least my day is better than his." She thought to herself. Her bad mood was lifted a bit
.The uniform store worker began refolding the shirts again, his face blank. However, his mind was racing. "I swear some people do that on purpose," he thought to himself. The worker was counting down the minutes before his shift was over. Unfortunately for him, he had to pass by the bureau’s office right after his time was over. His benefits had been withheld for some reason and so he needed to clear up the mess before he could go grocery shopping. The minute his time was up, he literally ran out of the store. He grumbled to himself that his full-time job at the store did not make enough to avoid government aid offices. Up until he worked his way up, it is the only thing he had to do.
He walked into the bureau’s office, glad that he had beaten the crowd. But that was not before a man with crutches who was causing a fracas. Apparently, this was his first time here as...