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July 24, 2009
I observed Amy's elbows flex as she carried two lumber carts back to the store. It's just work, it's just work. Work. I told myself. Work but on what? 8.50 jobs and vague temp assignments? But I can't possibly leave home yet. Achieve the independence I once had in Florida, could I? If you just work though, eventually everything could be open to you. I had the lot cleared in less than 20 minutes, after immediately being called back into the store to work at another cash register. What's the lesson here? When will I be ready again? When.