A Letter III

My last post was me airing my grievances about an issue I was having at work and decided after reading your comments that yes, I needed to actually share my feelings about the situation with my boss. Since my best form of communication is writing (in case you didn’t know), I decided to write a letter. I’ve previously shared a letter my ex and a letter to my to ex best friend, but this one’s different; this one I actually sent.

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Gotta Make That Money

I’ve been working since I was 16. Not that I was terribly eager to join the workforce at such an early age, but I started driving at that time and had to pay for my own gas (parents’ rule). My first ever job was as a ‘Sanitation Engineer’ which is the classy way to say Janitor. I worked 2 nights a week cleaning an ophthalmologist office after hours. It was by far the least glamorous job a sixteen year old could have, but I enjoyed it. Continue reading