whitelotus
The Fractured, But Whole
I guess it all works itself out in the end...
i guess it all works itself out in the end...
Gubment check, IIRC, with Dept of Defense on it, but mostly "The Naval Post Graduate School of Monterey" was what I saw... and when I'd go cash it at the bank new tellers would always look at me cross-eyed for some reason.
It was a typical one page application to fill out, but I was told about the job by a friend of my father's. The only test I was given was to see if I could count change back. I could.
I did it for about 3 months, but since I didn't have a car/bike at the time I quit when I found a job closer to home that I could walk to.
When the money would get picked up from the store it was protected by federal police that would patrol the area when it was more open. (This was late 70's, it's all sealed up now.)
There's something wrong with my monitor. Everytime I see this title thread I think a guy got choked by a penis. Then shit himself.
the mind sees what it want's to see