I was once, twice… a few times told
that substance abuse is in my blood.
Still standing, I see beyond that perspective.
She wanted to remember how she felt that day. No amount of money was enough for her to be unhappy, or unhealthy. It wasn’t the work. She always sought out employment based on her aptitude and interest. Most of the guys were great, but there was enough of a rotten element that it spoiled the lot.
Following attempts by her co-workers to sabotage jobs, insults, advances, a push on a spiral staircase, music, laughter, heat, sweat, blood, and amazing views, awesome tacos, and a new fondness for root-beer, she grew fiercer. She was making a place, where no other woman had. She was eager, patient, skilled, and annoyed. It was good money.
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