It starts out so right it all sounds so good. You go to check it out — a job a shidduch a new couch.
The job sounds perfect. Your kind of hours. Your kind of people. Good pay. You go to check it out and they love you and you love them. You can’t believe how perfect everything is. It’s the answer to all your prayers. The reward for all your hard work and struggles.
The boss even remembers your grandparents.
You’re floating gliding. The sun is shining. You sing songs you thought you forgot years ago. You call a family member to share the good news. They start in on the questions.
“They’re really going to pay you that much an hour?”
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