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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Secret Shopping

Store in San Francisco
A few times a month I do a strange job, I am a secret shopping (sshhhhh, it's a secret!). What I do is go to a company and have them do their job and I observe them and then I write a report and send it into the company that I work for, who is hired by the company that owns the store. Today I worked at a school from 8 - 10 then went to a Midas dealer and had them check my breaks (for free) from 10:30 to 12 (I got paid $22 for that) then went back to teach at the same school again from 1- 3 then went to an electronics store and did an inventory (I got paid $25 for that) from 3 - 5 and then did the reports from 5:30 - 6:30 then went to my youngest daughter's sports banquet where she got MVP for JV volleyball. I was very tired when I got home and I just realized I forgot to eat tonight. At Midas I just had my brakes checked, as I was there I checked to see if the bathroom was clean (it wasn't) and if there was fresh coffee (there was). I  got a report that said my breaks need to be changed, but I wasn't allowed to have any service done while I was working for the company. The inventory I did was something I don't like doing. I don't like telling people I am there working for their company looking over their shoulder. I don't like spending 2 hours counting items and taking pictures. But, they needed me and I like to be needed. My daughter getting the MVP award was wonderful. I wonder if she knows how much I am proud of her, and I wonder if she has any idea how much I love her!! I try to be there when she needs me and then let her know I am always there is she needs me. I think part of my job as a father is to allow her to make mistakes, then be there to help her figure out a way to get out of trouble. My youngest daughter is also becoming very beautiful, I don't realize it because it is happening right before my eyes. Sarah, I love you! Lindsey, I love you! Jayne, I love you!

Sarah and I on Golden Gate Bridge November 2011

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