The dairy asked me to come back and work on Tuesday. Once there, they asked if I could work out the rest of the week. Said OK. I feel beholding to the owners since they gave me a job 9 years ago when I had next to no experience. (Even though now I know when they need someone they will hire anyone who asks for a job that isn't drunk/high/illegal or too weird for words.) It's only five hours a day. You'd think I could just pick up and start working again but each day I've hit the wall where I have to dig in to make it through. Still when I'm on the way home, while I do feel pooped, I also feel kinda powerful - like I could take on anything. A perfect example of "Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
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