The Woman at Table 9

I honestly thought I hated my job. I am not much of a “people person,” nor do I have any spectacular culinary talents. So I’m not really sure what possessed me to work as a waitress and chef’s assistant in a nursing home. Maybe it was the pay, or the flexible hours. Or maybe it was the opportunity to play an important role in bettering someone’s day. Nah. It was the pay. However, I didn’t realize how much someone could truly despise their job until I spoke with one of the nurses. As I was living out the height...

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