Yesterday, outside my office, a construction crew removed our old coffee kiosk. It's next to the men's room and just a few steps away from my door. As I walked by, I noticed at least a dozen pennies and some nickels and dimes encrusted in dirt, coffee grounds, dirt, and dust. There were quite a few people working in the space, but I had a vision of the housekeeping crew just sweeping all that money into the garbage.
I went back into my office and told the staff that I was itching to pick it all up, but needed to wait for the crowd to go away. Both of my staff laughed and then suggested I sweep it up. I grabbed the dustpan and broom and went out and swept up as much as I could in a few minutes. I walked back into my office and picked out each coin and washed them one by one in the sink. Almost $4.00 of change went into my change jar yesterday.
You may laugh, and I hope you do. I laughed and shook my head as I did it. Still, for the five minutes of work, I got a pocket full of change and now my change jar smells like a coffee shop.
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