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A great boss

I've seen some qualities in my boss this past week that have stopped me in admiration. Yeah, sometimes he may be a bit ocd and most people in the bookstore aren't fond of him, but I have so much respect for him.

Almost all of us have had some type of family emergency in the department. He has been more than understanding, has a box of tissues, and just has a knack of what to do.

Saturday the iPad alarms kept going off. They were loud, obnoxious, and I couldn't figure out how to turn them off. Everyone was glaring at me in the store. I texted him asking what I should do and instead of just replying, he drove down to the store and crawled under the display for half an hour trying to fix it. We still couldn't figure it out but he was able to disconnect the noise so at least it wasn't scaring everyone half to death. He didn't have to come in, it was his day off, but he did and he didn't leave until he figured something out.

When his grandma died at work, he made sure we had enough stock on everything before going home. It was good because crazy customers were there that weekend wanting those products that wouldn't have been there if he hadn't stayed.

A girl in our department is the only one in the store who is gluten intolerant. When his boss forgot to take care of getting the gluten free food for today's potluck, he paid out of his pocket so she could have something to eat that wouldn't make her sick.

He participates in all the training we do even though he doesn't have to.

When I didn't want to do cross training today, he got me excited and at least not dreading it.

The iPad alarms on Saturday is what really impressed me. I'm glad I have such a great boss.

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