2007
Thursday, July 12th, I rolled over in my bed to reach for the annoying sound coming from my black AT&T razor phone. Immediately I make way to the shower followed closely with grabbing a beader and throwing on an ISU Dining work polo. Prepared to head out I sat on the futon waiting on
We reached Knapp-Storms dining facility and started morning prep for the campus cafes. This morning shift was the only shifts we worked together this week. After we finished prep, we got in Rosa’s two-door laser red 2003 Honda Accord and headed to
On the sub-station (deli-sandwiches) I was able to keep to myself somewhat. The sinking feeling in my stomach grew. I was here and I didn’t want to be here. I looked around and pulled out my Sudoku book and finished two puzzles. I slipped it away as I heard someone yell Anasia. I turned toward the hotline and saw Jeanne summoning me.
“Yeah Jeanne, I was just about to stock up my station for tonight’s dinner person…”
“I was just going to tell you to set out deserts then you can go or eat.” She stated, “Do you work over here tonight or are you somewhere else, or done for the day?”
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