Jackson hated his job.
He hated every single minute. Every minute seemed to drag out longer
than the next. Beeping came from the frothing bath of lard before him.
He hit the button and lifted the fries.
He dumped the fries and sprinkled them with salt.
He took the hot basked and filled it with more fries.
He lowered the fries into the vat and hit the button.
Jackson hated his job.
He hated this minute more than the last. this minute seemed to be
longer than the last. Mesmerized he stared at the counter: 51...50...49
Jackson couldn't take it anymore! His mind raced as his eyes darted
about the crowded kitchen. Bodies everywere bustling and racing -
racing for what? So his fat-cat manager could make a couple bucks? This
is not what he had in mind for making some money over the summer.
Jackson had a thought "Maybe I should quit!"
Beeping came from the frothing bath of lard before him.
He hit the button and lifted the fries.
He dumped the fries and sprinkled them with salt.
He took the hot basked and filled it with more fries.
He lowered the fries into the vat and hit the button.
Jackson hated his job.
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