Tag Archives: Job
Marching the Lowe’s machines into the sun.
Where to begin? 4:45 AM. Wake up. 5:05 AM. Roll out of bed. 5:45 AM. Realize that I didn’t have half the stuff I need at the precise moment Jenny’s … Continue reading
December 4, 2008 · 1 Comment
I was the happiest girl in Kanawha City.
I move to East Bank, cut my eating in half, drink like a fish every weekend, and take the bus most every day. I’ve lost 15 pounds and my skin … Continue reading
October 28, 2008 · 1 Comment
Dispatches from the Gas Station.
First and foremost, it’s employment. My shift is okay, other than the fact it’s like half an hour after the bus runs through East Bank. I can’t do anything about … Continue reading
October 10, 2008 · Leave a Comment
Communism, I Say!
I’m currently at my dad’s office waiting to take the bus into town so I can get to freakin’ Target to maybe land a job. Ok, no problem, I can … Continue reading
August 28, 2008 · Leave a Comment
