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Essay / Personal Narrative Essay: My First Day Out of Work
His hands crossed on the table with his eyes looking at me worriedly. “I understand that you have been trying to find a job since you learned of the takeover. Maybe it's not your time yet. Just be patient and keep sending your resume. Don't give up, my dear. “Yes” I said, taking my cup of coffee with my hands. “I promise” “But one thing you have to do after you leave my apartment” “What?” “Clean your room, young lady!” It’s so complicated with stuff. I assume you bought the products and then forgot about them,” Gail said, her hands raised in the air. “You need to sort and decide which one you still want to keep. Then donate the rest.” “I know you felt unhappy after breaking up with Kevin But life goes on, you should remember that!' I smiled shyly at his comment A few weeks ago, after breaking up with my boyfriend. I had a fever from a stomach flu and Gail came to my room to take care of me. Fortunately (I guessed) I was very ill at the time and she didn't. made no comment. I was hoping she would forget about the mess, but obviously that wasn't the case. "Fine, I'll clean up my room," I said quickly, not wanting to hear. his conference this morning. The promise seemed to be enough for him. A smile of satisfaction spread across his wrinkle