What a tender story told from her heart…
When I was fifteen or sixteen I got my first job. My first job independent of family run jobs or babysitting. I worked at a fast food place. The building had been part of a chain of fast food company but had had gone out of business.
When I started work I couldn’t work the weekends because my dad went out of town every weekend and took the kids with him. They hired me on that condition.
Unfortunately they lied and the second or third week on the schedule they had me scheduled for Sunday. Morning. I had trained in the afternoons only. After school hours. It was usually pretty laid back. But for the one time period of forty five minutes or so that the factory across the street had their dinner break. The restaurant was not great, and even when…
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