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The Good Old Days
So before i moved to a real city with real people i wroked in a remote, out of the way, down a dark ally, literally a hole in the wall, AT&T store.(ghetto) It had no street signage, just a small metel sign stuck in the grass, yeah, the kind political parties litter your front yard with. Down a corner hallway in the back of a strip mall. Every day, open to close for two months straight i "worked" there right before they closed it down. I say "worked" because i had 13, YES THIRTEEN, total oppertunities for the month. My average day consited of me arriveing 15 min. late, a 2-3 hour nap before lunch, crack head around 2pm, and your occasional "wow, i didnt know you guys were even here until i saw you while getting my (insert asian cusuine) next ...
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