The Bartman enigma

yes fixed on the pavement. He had just gotten off a 12-hour shift at th

been working multiple jobs just to make ends meet, but it seemed

e waited for his food, he couldn't help but feel a sense of restl

bite of the hot dog. The flavors exploded in his mo

diner. He had been working there for three years, and he felt li

disappointment. But as he walked through the city streets, he felt a growing

f the conversation he would have with his boss. He rehea

felt a sense of resolve. He was going to ask

tion and purpose. He got dressed and headed to the diner, his min

for the lunch rush, Kyle's boss, Mr.

u for a minute?" Mr. Alan as

d if he was in trouble. But he took a dee

Alan," Kyle replied,

e a seat, and Kyle sat down, his

n said, his expression softening. "You've been doing a gr

confidence. This was the perfec

nd casual. "I appreciate that. Actually, I w

rise, but then nodded for him to continue.

and I've consistently received positive reviews. I've taken on additional responsibilities and have been fle

peaking, he nodded thoughtfully. "I understand where you're coming from, Kyle.

. Alan's response. He had been hoping for a pos

oke up. "I can offer you a 10% raise, effecti

a wide smile. "That sounds

news. "I'm pleased to offer you a raise, Kyle," he said.

aise, but he hadn't expected it to be this much. He

d, trying to contain his enthus

e, Kyle. You deserve it. You've been a har

o tell his friends and family about the raise. He felt

e had worked hard for this raise, and it felt amazing to have it finally happen