I'm an insecure. Fact.
I don't want words, I need actions.
When I get a message late in the night from my boss that says I'm not a pain in the arse after I threw the stone, I know he's genuine and he really likes me. Expecially if I already know he's drunk at that time.
When I see the light in the eye of the new manager who wants me to join him in his new plans and events, I know he's sincere.
Body language.
Unless you're a psycho, you can't lie with your body.
That's what keeps me in this job, regardless I can get more and better elsewhere.
People.
Sincere feelings.
Not everybody can understand that.
Sometimes, money doesn't matter.
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