Write four lines of prose about: the rich kid.
I got a call yesterday morning to come work at the community centre today from 8:30 to 4, my longest single shift so far and the first time I got to work during the day at the centre.
It went well, I think. Definitely different having so many more people around, on both sides of the desk. Really starting to feel pretty comfortable with my duties there.
Plus it was nice to leave at the end of my shift without having to worry about cashing out - the woman arriving to do the 4 to 9 shift got stuck with that.
Looking forward to a quiet weekend with my family. Well, as quiet as Max can get.
"There is no limit to his excess."
"I dunno about that... I think he's about to find one."
"What do you mean?"
"He's at the bakery right now, putting in an order for gold-plated candy bars."