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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 27, 2006 21:28:43 GMT -5
[♥] IT FEELS LIKE HOME ONCE AGAIN.
Ah, yet another morning that Jack was stuck at Moe's. At least she got paid for it, right? That was partially true, she did get paid but not a lot. She was a growing teenager with a child, and she needed more money than what she was getting. Was there anyplace else that she could go that would pay more money for possibly less hours? Life didn't understand her prediciment being a single mother, and she didn't have all the time in the world to be spending at work doing long hours because no one else felt like doing them. She had homework and studying to take care of. Thinking about all these things made Jack's head spin, and she took a seat a stool beside the table she was cleaning off. Yes she was a cashier and also made some of the food and drinks occasionally but for some strange reason, the boss had her doing other things also like cleaning off the tables. How stupid is that? Jack put her head in her hands to try to calm her head which didn't seem to be getting the hint that she didn't want to be feeling incredibly dizzy at the moment. Was it really thinking about her life that had done her over, or was it the fact that there was too much steam in the back? Jack hoped that if anyone came in they wouldn't poke her to death and ask her if she was alright.
[♥] BUT JUST IN A DIFFERENT PLACE.
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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 29, 2006 6:42:20 GMT -5
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