w offers me a full time job via our neighbor doug.
based solely on the impression i gave at our brief, yet apparently good impression making, meeting the other day at the supermarket.
i dont know what to do.
i say no, i'm the snob from the big city who is too good to work at the local grocery store.
i say yes, i work at a grocery store.
i say no, i have no money, nothing to do, and know no one.
i say yes, i work at a grocery store.
never before have i been in a position where a grocery store was a tempting opportunity....and still horrifically depressing at the same time.
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