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Show 84 anyone save the Lord would notice. So I finish fast and walk into the computer lab, set down the vacuum and read for a while. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I can do this with no concern because I am on the supervisor Brad's good side. When he walked up to me and asked me if I liked music, I'd said yes, and he started burning me a variety of mix CDs- one every week or so. Even though my claim to liking music was revealed as a bigger and bigger lie the more CDs full of long-ass ballads featuring a probably bearded guy telling me how to live my life in between swigs on the harmonica I received, I still said they were all "maybe not my thing, but definitely interesting," and Brad and I got along. My mom told me that if I worked, I would notice beautiful things that the rest of the world wouldn't. She wasn't prone to much hyperbole or poetry outside of what could be found in the scriptures, so I believed her when he said it, even though she was a tax accountant who took phone calls all day to listen to people express concern that they weren't getting enough money back from the government. She would have been ashamed to see me cutting out on cleaning, even if it was to do homework. Unfortunately, it's Tuesday, and David, not Brad, is the supervisor. I'm not paying attention and he startles me by sneaking up on me and asking if I'm getting paid to work or to dilly dally on the computer. I look around me as if I've dropped something and have been searching for it, and then I look at the computer screen as though it might have clues. |