Today's OneWord: Comfort
It was a comfort thinking I couldn't screw up. Ever. But an extra fifty dollars in the cash register when I was done with my shift? That wasn't right.
Discomfort isn't necessarily what you feel when you're guilty. Sometimes the discomfort arrives when you realize you're innocent, but you're not in the clear.
That's how I feel right now. I could protest all I want that someone skimmed the stupid register incorrectly. But that may not change minds.
Discomfort isn't necessarily what you feel when you're guilty. Sometimes the discomfort arrives when you realize you're innocent, but you're not in the clear.
That's how I feel right now. I could protest all I want that someone skimmed the stupid register incorrectly. But that may not change minds.
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