Those Workin' Days
So here I am, sitting on a bench in the mall, waiting for 11:20am to roll around so I can head up to work and start my shift. Sometimes I love my working days, and other times, I loathe it, but at least I have a job, and at least it is money going toward my next trip.
Sometimes, I cannot help but think of when my husband and I would walk the mall together after I was done with work. After all, the hotel where he stayed at was just a small walk away from the mall, so we easily made trips back and forth. I miss the days when he was here, but I know I will see him again in August. That thought makes me more optimistic about going to work most of the time. Well, that is all I have to share.
Sometimes, I cannot help but think of when my husband and I would walk the mall together after I was done with work. After all, the hotel where he stayed at was just a small walk away from the mall, so we easily made trips back and forth. I miss the days when he was here, but I know I will see him again in August. That thought makes me more optimistic about going to work most of the time. Well, that is all I have to share.
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