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Back To Work

First day back to the job man, this coworker was a big slob. Store looks like a big wreck so push the limits, what the heck. Big orders to fill real quick dirty store makes me feel very sick. Dishes to wash, tables to clean make it shine with a real bright sheen. Working up a big old' sweat not nearly done, not by half yet. Water sloshes on the floor dishes, dishes what a huge chore. Suddenly my feet slip, I fall can't even catch a hand to the wall. Head hitting on a metal table try to rise,yet simply unable. This I promise is true story down I went without any glory. With cartoon birds swirling above me laughter bubbles, birdy tunes I do see. Head begins to really pound now heave ho up, and off the floor somehow. World tilts with a sickening speed back to work, I feel the need. So this was the first day back with a watery floor sliding attack. I saw colors and shapes too pink polka dots with a purple hue.

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