Sometimes I Worry About Myself
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As I’ve mentioned before, I work part-time in a restaurant in my neighborhood. Every night, after the dinner rush has subsided, the employees get to eat a meal of their choice. It’s a very civilized and lovely perk of the job, and I thoroughly enjoy it.

Last night, my dinner time on the horizon, I realized I have no idea what I wanted to eat. Nothing was sounding overly appealing, and I didn’t have a real craving for anything in particular. I approached one of my coworkers, her name is also Lisa, and asked her what she was having for dinner. She made a couple of suggestions, and I came to decision. We agreed on a time to place our order so we could dine together. It all sounded wonderful. I was content. It was a great plan.

Flash forward ten minutes, and I’m standing down...

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