I did make the most of it though. As I
had left, I saw some candy machines in the not-a-mall. They only took
quarters and my change collection was almost exclusively nickels and
dimes. Just to show I did learn something in college, I availed
myself of a nearby vending machine. Because vending machines dispense
change and returned money in the most efficient denominations, you
can turn small change into quarters. Twenty seconds later my dollar
of loose change wealth had been redistributed into four quarters.
Larry had asked me expectantly about
candy at some point during the past. I hadn't had any at the time,
but things were good and I wanted to share with one of my closest
friends at the shelter. Two quarters got me enough Mike & Ikes to
satisfyingly fill one of my smaller zip-loc bags.
I don't remember much of the walk to
the shelter. It's not quite a ninety-minute blank spot in my memory,
but it's close. According to my calculations, once I started doing 10
hour shifts I'd be spending 13 hours on each work day working.
Assuming—ha!—eight hours of sleep, that would be three hours for
every other bodily function and personal need I might attend to.
Reflecting on it later Saturday
morning, it didn't feel like a good match. I thought about continuing
working on it while looking for something else.
“If nothing else,”
I thought humorously, “I could become a blogger.”
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