“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.”
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Very wise decision
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Agreed.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Been there, tricked into clearing other people’s junk. Ask for a pay rise if Sandra needs the money.
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Aww yuk. Run Forrest, run…
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😄😄😄
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Yeah, that sounds like more than she signed up for. That requires a trauma cleaner and a lot more money than she’d probably be getting.
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And she was just heading in for the job interview, not starting the actual job. All I can say is at least Sandra was up front about it so there won’t be any kind of regrets afterwards.
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it might worth it if the price was right. 🙂
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For the narrator of this story, I don’t think any sum of money will get her to be a cleaning lady.
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Good choice. Sounds horrible!
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Right. Making wise choices. Well done.
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Thanks. 🙂
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