A Job’s a Job

5 Jul

I took a new job, twenty minutes away by bus then roller coaster. I’ve never commuted by roller coast before. My stomach drops every time we go around a big twist. The bottom of each two-person car is made of glass and I can see the city like an ant farm. This also makes my stomach drop.

The job is at a falafel place where you order at the counter. The colors are red and white and I have to wear a white paper hat. I feel too old to be doing this. But a job is a job when you need one. My twin and I have taken the job together. She seems to be handling it all better than I am. We haven’t tried the falafel yet, and I imagine it’s nothing like what we had as children in the Middle East. I feel like a traitor. And I’m unsettled by the roller coast commute.


2 Responses to “A Job’s a Job”

  1. Yael Gladstone (Ben David) August 3, 2016 at 1:30 am #

    I thought I was your twin 😉

  2. Miri October 4, 2016 at 4:09 am #

    I like your story, and I love falafel… One of the best in Israel.

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