I haven't had a day off in eight days. Am I complaining? Ab-so-lutely not. There are people that go twice as long, and longer I'm sure. Then why am I running my mouth?
Because I'm, once again, understanding more and more about what it means to be an owner. And it's an honor! Listen. Last week, my father Bill couldn't perform the weekend duties around here, so I covered for him. He's my dad, and he's my co-worker. I would have done it for anybody, and twice over for him. There was no-one we could trust to do it, so it came down to me working a very long week. And you know what? It was difficult, and one of the greatest challenges in my life.
And I was happy to do it. Stressed, tried, and worn out, but happy to do it. I know I helped make a difference here at Budget, like my parents, and the countless employees before me that actually give a damn about this place and where its going. For the first time, I really truly felt like I was a valuable member to this company. Personally, this week meant a lot to me, and I am know that'll I'll be able to run this business when I get in the saddle.
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