When I arrived to work for the flower place on Mothers Day there was a long queue and a goofy guy at the door telling me that I couldn't get in until I stood in line. I told him to call the boss over but he seemed oblivious without a manager as a go between. I went past the guard and looked for one of the bosses but couldn't find him and so I sat down, finished my coffee and Danish and then tried again. This time I found the guy who'd come to get my money the night before. He called Allen over, who told me I was short $175. I said, "No way!" and informed him that they actually owed me $50. He asked me into his office, gave me the rest of my commission, apologized and let me go to the front of the line.
I was driven out to sell in Burlington and at the end of the day I made $196 but got an extra $36.
I called Nancy and she was still okay, although the baby was now five days late.
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