Will maybe more of a monologue:
Hey, how's everything going? she asked as I tried on shoes at a Jeff City, MO downtown shoe store.
(I used to work at R. R. Donnelly. They gave me a promotion to skilled labor, but I'm not a real work with my hands kind of guy, so I asked if I could do my old job. A year later I found out they let me go because I didn't take the promotion. Maybe if they told me this, I would not have started this blog. They said I did not want to learn new things--and what they considered new was the thing I did not want to do. If they had only explained this...)
But I digress.
Back to the monologue--
I quit, she said before I answered her. I couldn't take it any longer. You know how you always worked--yes, even that time they asked us to clean the entire factory floor--and I watched you and that other guy go at it gangbusters. Remember what I did? I hid and sent text messages. I knew I'd get away with it. You were a guy, but me, I was a female, and we both know how the foreman in charge gave us females one chance after another, Well, I got tired of taking advantage of him, and I knew he knew I was always on the phone, so I up and quit.
And? I asked.
Why should I keep working there? Some of the people actually wanted me to work. So I quit. Nice seeing you again, she finished and walked out of the store.
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