Chapter 5: Pride

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Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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A/N: Dear peoplez.

If you never hear from me its because salmonella got sick of just making me ill and finally finished me off.
:) (blame the cookie dough X.x)

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Mitchie groaned seeing the very few non-union jobs available.

She hated the union.

It was like there were just more people telling her what to do.

She was so sick of people telling her to, "do this do that."

She enjoyed doing what she wanted.

A good example was her first job.

She had been working illegally.

Her boss had a crush on her.

So although she had put up with sexual harassment, she got to work with out a permit.

She closed her laptop tired of even bothering.

Although she hated the thought of it.

She was gonna have to get some help.

It was either that or work for a meat packing company.

And that was the last thing she wanted to do.

Shed rather hang herself then package bloody beef.

She smiled a bit pondering that thought.

But quickly shoved it away knowing it was just her being stupid.

She didnt know who she was going to have to ask for help.

But she ahd the eerie feeling she was going to have some problems after she went crawling to them.

She knew she would be stupid to pull a Janis Joplin.

Granted Janis Joplin was ancient.

But still.

That would happen in her dreams.

To bad her dreams couldnt be real.

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Mitchie got lucky.

A sudden job opening for a farm hand had opened up.

Granted it wasnt the best job in the world.

And she had to drive 2 hours to get there.

But it was the best she could find.

And she was desperate to stay independent.

Granted that just proved she was even more stubborn.

But she kept her pride intact.

And that was enough for her.

And the fact she would be making 3.50 an hour.

She rubbed her forehead staring at a calculator trying to figure out how she would make this work.

She would have to work 100 hours a month just to pay her rent.

And she would have to put in 50 hours a month to pay for a small amount of food.

200 hours to pay for electric, water, waste, and taxes.

And she wouldnt be able to do any thing.

Just sit at home.

She was even going to have to cut back on her cable.

She groaned seeing she would have to work almost 90 hours a week.

Possibly more.

This could not end well.

But she had her pride.

That was what she kept telling herself.

She could be living in a box on the street.

But as long as she had her pride.

Everything was okay.