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“I had no clue they were going to hire me on the spot. Something I wasn’t prepared for. I’m tired, my shoes are soaking wet, I want to go home, crawl into my bed and pull the quilt Aunt Matilda made me, over my head, with Herbie lying next to me, and sleep the night away.But if I want to save my entire life, I have to learn how to work a mop bucket. How the hell am I going to pull this off? I’ll have to work and work fast. Get in and look around. I find the closest spot to the door because I def...initely have no desire to clean an entire building with sopping wet shoes. Or snoop around in wet shoes. “Welcome to the night shift.” The elderly gentleman checks my badge and makes some type of mark on a piece of paper. “Here’s your uniform and your cart closet is over there.” I take the blue jumpsuit from him and hold it up to me. It’s something straight out of the eighties only a little less attractive. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” I fold it back up. “Are you?” I eye the security guard.MoreLess
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