Wayne, thanks for weighing in here.

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Becky

And from that job I learned two important things:

1. Jesus can find you ANYWHERE.

2. I did NOT want to do manual labor for a living.

Sally, for some reason the cockroach job never crossed my mind. But of course, you’re right. That was by far the strangest job I ever had. I’m not sure what lessons I learned from it, though, so maybe it’s a good thing I settled on the other one.

Mind games can definitely be good or bad. I was trying to remember what all we did. I think we told jokes and riddles for a while, then went on to reciting nursery rhymes. I do know someone, our supervisor maybe, cautioned me, saying it was OK to do what we were doing as long as we didn’t slack off in our work. I noted a time or two, after that, when my co-worker would stop to think. I mean, really stop. Hands stilled. Eyes forward. Long pause. Hmmmm.

Merrie, your factory job was much more … taxing!

Scott, I’m off to read yours now.

Becky

sally