When I worked at Coffee People, coffee grounds stained my fingers dark brown.
When I worked at Harry's Mother I stopped sleeping well because I was always listening for my pager to ring - even nights when I wasn't working.
When I worked at Saint Mary's College I processed loans in my dreams during August.
When I leave the food bank in the afternoon, I'm wearing a scent I call jus de viande.
Erg.
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