So today I worked for my mom at the elevator in town. Let's get something clear, this is NOT an elevator in a hotel that takes you up floors and little kids race to press the buttons type of elevator. This is a grain elevator. (Just for all you city folk!)
If I ever see another number again I might scream! So if I scream in math class, don't judge me. I didn't do this voluntarily, I got paid. One of the only perks about this whole shebang. If anyone is interested I could probably train someone to work at an elevator from all the information that was forced into my tiny head. Any takers? I thought not. :)
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