I often wonder, just how much one is expected take. Some spout off, so very easily. Some take much, then they explode. I guess the question is, how much is too much. How long should one put up with it, what ever it is. After not being paid repeatedly, and getting paid would take up to six months. I guess you can say, I had~had enough. Every time I explained I had not been paid, no one seemed to care. This is not right, I was working for free. My computer and I had a hot midnight date, typing away to say just what I wanted to say. I said I had enough~rather than stoop to their level, I was just leaving~Good-bye from me.
Date Written: 10/11/2021
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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