I owe three people now from this temp job from hell. And this is mostly for food. Jen gave me a bag of chips. Theresa gave me chocolate bars and a lunch meal. And Mike “accidentally” paid for my “double-balls” (snickering) of Falafel yesterday for lunch. He didn’t take my green-stripped, rolled-coins of $5 dimes as I told him I don’t use a bank.
But last night I took my laxative to purge the goodness at around 1:30am this morning. I read my favorite book on common sense and learned nothing except hang around with good company before my 6-month temp job contract expires. I’m messing up at this data entry position, too. I’m no good here but know good folks exist.
Again, during this morning’s mass I mentally “promised” to provide “raw food” after I get my paycheck. I’m going for broke.
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