From client casework to chicken?
my way home is relaxing.
Once I arrive at my stop, there's a chicken spot I go to buy something to eat. The manager and workers there are nice. When I walked in, we said hello and I ordered some chicken and French fries. Before leaving, the manager asked if I was looking for work. When I told him yes, he offered me to work for him. At first, I thought he was kidding, but he said "We need more people like you, always smiling." I was surprised and grateful for the offer. He took down my number and said he'll call and let me know when I can start. God has a wicked sense of humor! Who would’ve thought I’d be offered a job at my local chicken spot while pursuing a career in social work? I am not proud. A job is a job. So how do you like your chicken?