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[make_some_noise]

This is one of the last short pieces I wrote for my memoir class. Victoria, you will have to tell me if I got any of the facts wrong. As I've been writing these little stories, I'm realizing that my memory isn't as crystal clear as I would like it to be. Often, I can't even remember the details of an event that happened a year or two ago... but

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[infinitelyou]

Beautiful. I was really hoping that that moment would somehow be immortalized. I remember vividly the way you yelled my name after gushing about the opportunity to clean the clean-smelling European's room. I walked into the room, saw you rocking back and forth in a corner, pointing at the toilet. Then I, too, encountered The Sludge and left you to your duties. I did not, however, know about Mary's delightful part in this story, or the poop water on the floor.

GREAT story. Also, go you for quitting after three weeks. I wasn't there much longer, but seriously: Worst. Job. Ever. I remember coming home every day that summer complaining about how difficult and disgusting the work was and how I felt like I was making NO money, to which my mother simply replied: "That will teach you to stay in school." I also always tip my maids... and make my reasoning very clear to anyone around me who will listen. Those ladies work hard for their money.

[azure_angel_2]

Holy crap, Richelle. Too funny. :P
I was busting up the entire time I read this. While, of course, I love the "live" version of the story the best simply because you're there to tell it, this is just as good. :)

[keepdemonsatbay]

Richelle, my love.
This is Dawn... you should add me to your lj friends. =]