“Oh, you have no idea how much I need help here.” Sandra said, showing me the back of the shop while my brain screamed, what the heck is this?!
What’s with all the garbage? I wanted to say. Lamps strewn the floor. Used paper plates stacked high in the garbage bin. Ugh, what is that smell?
Wait a minute, which position did she think I was applying? Because it’s sure ain’t the cleaning lady. I’m desperate to earn a few extra dollars but not desperate enough to work to clean.
“Um, excuse me Sandra, I’m sorry but I gotta go.”