Looking for a second job was harder than I had bargained for. Two weeks had passed, and still nothing. The job at the diner wasn't enough, and even with a few shifts at the bakery, I had to start at 3 or 4 in the morning to prepare goodies so they would be fresh and ready by 7. By the time I got to the diner at 8 or 9, I was a wreck. I was exhausted and starting to feel like I was coming down with something.
On the third week, during a break, I went to the staff room and found a bench. I lay down and soon fell asleep. Sarah walked in and found me.
"Hey, Maggie. I was hoping to catch you. You're always running off."
"No, it's nothing. I'm just really, really tired. This gig that Mrs Smith got me at the bakery is kicking my butt. But I really hope after a month I will be able to take tha
