Until I was fired for eating chicken on the job.
KFC: "Susan, are you aware of our policy about not eating chicken on the job?"
Me: "Yes, sir. I most certainly am."
KFC: "Your bulging pockets are greasy and my instinct tells me that you are holding."
Me: "Holding... sir?"
KFC: "Holding said chicken upon your person. To wit: Two KFC Original Recipe� chicken legs peaking out of your KFC apron pocket."
Me: Glancing down at my chicken-filled KFC apron pockets sheepishly. Busted. Big as hell.
KFC: "And, Susan...?"
Me: "I'll be clearing out my locker, sir."
Did you have a nice first job? Or do you still have nightmares about it? heh heh...
"I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit."
~By Dawna Markova, Author of Open Mind.
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