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over with four months to go

what were they thinking, as I am here and still working

with four months to go and knowing there is no improvement

to be noticed and only betrayal after betrayal

and I've never been done so ***** as at this place

whose management thinks we are making 10 figures

and wheels and deals and has a blonde obnoxious secretary

who gossips and no I don't fit in because this is absurd and I am

reminded how a nasty person can ruin anything

a meal in Paris at a restaurant hundreds of years old

and a crabby old man who was my father in law and his

horrible girlfriend and we sat in this fancy place and I could

only think I wish my husband and I had gone out alone to McDonald's tonight

because we would be free of this hateful presence

or maybe we had just bought a loaf of bread and some cheese and at it

walking down the Champs Elysses, or maybe just starvation

would be better than these people and here I am again

in a perfect little "green" brand new school and I think it

is definitely located in the middle of hell and not surrounded

by wineries and fields and wealth

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Feb 7, 2013
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