Monday, August 26, 2013

A Full Half Hour

We clocked out a full half hour late because we had the slowest crew possible. And we were really busy again. I was really mad at the end of the shift.

I had a long conversation with a woman who had to put her kid in a mental instituition. The girl had run away to the south side and her mom couldn't find her for days. Until her mom bribed one of daughter's friends to tell her where she was. Now the mom wants to move because apparently our suburb is getting really dangerous on account of all the Section 8 housing.

I was freaking out at the end of my shift about my tooth extraction going on tomorrow.

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