From time to time, I am going to inckude comments made from my students about work before they discovered the life changing potential of promoting mental imagery with me to be so very special.
What I hate most about work is eating lunch/dinner on the job. We have a tiny cafeteria, 30 minutes and lousy food in the vending machines. I cry often to myself, wishing that I was home with my little children who are being watched by a neighbor while I work for such a low wage. I feel trapped, but what can I do?
Delia
Brooklyn, New York
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