Work, that is. I made two dollars tonight. I made a whole four the other night. Go me, eh?
The good news is that my interview went well at the Correctional Facility. They told me they wished more people like me would apply, cause they liked my clean-cut look and my ability to have a conversation. On the flipside, they were concerned that the stress of dealing with inmates, some of them serving life sentences, would get to me since I had no family nearby. I wasn't able to explain to them that I have a very good relationship with my family, and I call them often. Oh well, no interview is perfect.
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