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Well, I now sort of have a job. I'm just unable to be happy about it.
This summer, I helped out at dad's work so, y'know, they'd actually have people there when the regular employees were off for vacation. The past two months, I've also helped out once every now and then, cause one of their sellers got a different job, and another was (is?) on sick leave or some such, and can't work full time. So they'd get kind of behind on the work that needed done, and I'd come in to help them catch up when it got too bad.
They now want me to come in as often as possible, cause another one of their people will be taking some time off. Y'see, her husband passed away in a motorcycle accident this week. I can't even begin to imagine how she feels, but she's such a sweet lady and...
I dunno, I just can't stop crying. Why is life such a bitch?
This summer, I helped out at dad's work so, y'know, they'd actually have people there when the regular employees were off for vacation. The past two months, I've also helped out once every now and then, cause one of their sellers got a different job, and another was (is?) on sick leave or some such, and can't work full time. So they'd get kind of behind on the work that needed done, and I'd come in to help them catch up when it got too bad.
They now want me to come in as often as possible, cause another one of their people will be taking some time off. Y'see, her husband passed away in a motorcycle accident this week. I can't even begin to imagine how she feels, but she's such a sweet lady and...
I dunno, I just can't stop crying. Why is life such a bitch?