I can't tell you how many garbage bags of old mail, bills and tax files she stuffed in her closet. My aunt wasn't any better because she was a shopaholic.
Our patrol base wasn’t much: Hesco barriers, plywood structures, a few fighting positions, generators that seemed specifically designed to break whenever you wanted to sleep, and dust in places dust shouldn’t physically be able to reach.
qualifications, and the job is 1/1, I just feel like it ends up getting people stuck. Or you end up not being able to get paid the amount that you should get paid because you have a masters degree. Thoughts?
They've given me their time even when they're busy, they hand me orange slices- I could peel them myself but they hand me the slices and say "because I love you like"'like it's easy , they mess up and apologize without the guilt I'm used to.