...Job and I did live together for about five minutes in 1997. Everyone else on staff had returned home, but Job and I were die-hards that year, and helped out to the bitter end. When the girls staff house was rented, and I had nowhere else to go, the Shirley's sent me over to the boys staff house to live with Job, trustworthy kids that we were.
What I did first: cleaned the tub; it was revolting. And this is coming from someone who once shared a bathroom with three brothers. A house full of teenage staff boys did horrible things to that tub.
What we did most: watched television at the Shirley's house while they were on vacation, and took goofy pictures with Cassie.
It was strange living with a boy that I wasn't related to, but I'll give him this: he would shower first in the morning, and he always left the heater on for me.
4 comments:
job will never have it better...
And I always left the paper sitting on the bumper pool table for you....
in perfect order and condition.
what a true gent...
for real.
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