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I worked at a Hardware store to pay off restitution for being naughty. On pay day I was the only one who didn't get to walk back to the bosses office for a check. My checks went to the courts, and out of that, I got a dollar an hour.
Also, as part of a different (earlier) punishment, I was forced to do community service and work at a homeless shelter. I actually liked working there, was embarrassed that I had to do it out out of community service.
Much later, as a grown adult I moved to a new city across the country and worked for a clothing store with illegals and teenagers making $7.00 an hour. It was then that my boyfriend explained to me that I was not an application person, but a resume person.
How did I not know I was too smart for retail until somebody told me?
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