Right after high school, I had a shitty job working the graveyard shift at a gas station/convenience store. A friend, at the time who worked there, we’ll call her Marie, helped me score the position. Because of the late hour, it wound up being mostly janitorial stuff between the odd half-drunk 3 AM customers that would pop in and out. I quickly learned that the friend had a terrible work ethic as I’d end up covering for her when she showed up late or taking care of the duties that she neglected during her shift before mine. It was annoying, but not enough to really say anything.
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