Walmart in West-By-God-Virginia is like Walmart in other places times eleventy-hundred. Mullets there are not even usually worthy of note, because they are as common to stumble upon as jumbo cases of toilet paper. I've even seen the occasional be-rat-tailed child.
The universe has some sense of humor. As I was giving up hope, after turning in *I can't remember how many* applications around town, a job I started courting over a year ago suddenly became a possibility again.
And just like that, I'm whistling while I scrub underneath and behind my refrigerator.
Read that last sentence again, because that? Is some freaky stuff right there. That is one of those chores that usually sits on my "to do" list for a few years, until my husband finally notices my shaking hands every time I get in the vicinity of said appliance. Then he does it for me, and silently wonders once again how he ended up hitched to my very special, 100 proof brand of crazy.
He's just lucky, I guess.
1 comment:
so what's the job opp?
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