It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, my day I'm talking about. Doing 'The Dough Thing's as I call it. I made 276 biscuts or 31 trays of 12 biscuits. All were sold except for 31 biscuts. All I said to myself was wow. But what throws me off is.. All my job is fir those 7 hours is to bake and wash the dishes when they switch over from breakfast to lunch, which there isn't much of anything to wash up. I wanted to help in the line but I was told to fall back, don't worry about it. At one time things were crazy, getting orders mixed up. As I stood there I saw what the issue was but said nothing because I was told to fall back. Shift ended quickly and I was in my way out the door.
When I got back to the shelter, tired, sleepy...I was told that I couldn't wash up or even lay down. I had to wait from 11:35am to 6pm until the dorms opened back up. When I said I was sleepy, what I meant to say was exhausted.
As I was sitting out back with my head resting on one of the tables, this woman who resides here sat down. She said hello. A few seconds later she hands me a paper with her name and number on it and told me to text her. I did later on. She responded by first saying that she had her eyes on me from the first day I arrived. I was thrown off a little, but not much.
This morning she was up when I was up and we went outside to talk. She said what she had to say and I listened. I'll see what happens next.
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