desperate times call for desperate measures.i, am desperate.
here i am, thinking of sacrificing my health for an almost-guaranteed shifting-schedule night job.
i did great at the interview and all, with a ready offer.
except that i'm an afternoon person.
and i like routine work hours.
if i were a banshee, i would've shrieked my head off already to warn of an impending doom.
yes, it's to warn me.
the job can possibly offer good pay at the risk of poor health.
i like health.
except i am destitute.
i am being such a choosy beggar.
aaargh!
lord, let me win the lotto.
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