My first summer here, she cleaned the place up. When I came back, she was running a side business out of the kitchen, selling tea, coffee, juice, and cookies and crackers. Oh, and chips too. I respect people supplementing their income with a side business.
Anyway, the tea lady gets mad at me sometimes for being at the Dar early, or staying late, or coming on the weekends, and doesn't really try to hide it. Today I got here just as she did, and she finally caved and just gave me the key and told me to open the place up myself, she was talking with a friend.
To paraphrase Sheldon Cooper:
I AM THE KEY MASTER!
I wish they'd pay her by hour so she wouldn't get mad. P.S. We're in class right now giving presentations and you're sitting right across the room from me as I type this... thanks for taking so long, we've been here forever! This is what I resort to!
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