Nursery

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I often ponder the jobs where happiness seems to be part and parcel of working in such an environment. My friends and I have long discussed over the Summer times spent beach side that the boy who works at the nearby ice cream shop really should be happier. It's ice cream - how is that disheartening? There's no excuse for his glum face and negative vibes. I did spill ice cream on his floor once - but I then cleaned it up and apologised profusely. Hardly worth being so sad about.
After last weekends afternoon tea break at the nursery and cafe where Priscila works, I think we can add garden centre employees to the list of the mandatory cheerful occupations. How could you be miserable in a place as pretty as this?