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Job, not.


home for the summer. What job? Not the old one, too slow (and pay, too low). Apply, apply, apply. Oh, you’ll be back to school in two months? We can’t hire for just the summer. But I’ll work hard! I’ll work fast, I’ll learn everything- I’ll do the dishes and your laundry and anything you ask! I’ll come back over breaks! I’ll rush back and forth and do whatever it takes! Okay, thank you, we’ll call in three days. …Or never at all. No call. No job. Rot pot.
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