A little old lady approaches me and in the sweetest of voices asks me to pick up another shift at work today. I smile and as cordially as possible explain that my schedule already has me at work and class from 8 AM until 2:30 PM. The sweetheart of lady then uses her super mind powers to tell me that I will now be extending that schedule until 4:30 this Thursday. I sigh in acceptance of my defeat and begin to pray that the money will compensate for the hours of life I will never get back...
Let me explain one little detail to everyone out there. This little occurrence would never have come close to happening back in North Jersey. Pennsylvania has made me a weak push-over. My personality and rough accent encourage me consistently to stand up and walk out from my little booth of hell while brushing my shoulders off. Something new and strange prevented me from getting angry and has softened my heart towards the needs of others. Call it what you want, but I do not like it very much. How I long for the days in Jersey where stepping on other peoples' toes was a penalty punishable by lynching.
Update: I just received a call explaining that I no longer have to take the extra hours. You would think that would make me feel better. Ha! I am from North Jersey and am Italian, good luck getting me to let things go.
Fare Thee Well, My Friends
Ti Amo
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Ha! Such fire behind this whole topic! I like! Perhaps in the future, write about your hometown, because I'm very curious about where exactly you're from in comparison to here.
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