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So the airport post reminded me of years ago when I worked for FBOP. (Federal Bureau Of Prisons). The facility I worked at was a complex, 4 different facilities/levels of inmates; camp, medium, max, super max. I had made the transport team, which usually just consisted of busing guys to transfer facilities, medical apts, etc. We also had to handle emergency transports, to hospitals, or, as in this case, ‘witsec’ transfers. Witsec’s are in prison witness protection inmates, usually guys who testified on the big bosses for lighter sentences. So, as you can imagine, if someone recognized them we had to move them pretty fast. So, all transport team had a ‘go bag’ in our locker, I was pretty new, so I had gone out when first accepted to transport and just bought the bare minimums (go bags are like medium purse size) I had a change of undergarments, soft pants, t-shirt, and I just picked up one of those prepackaged toiletries bags from Walgreens.

I had a trivial disagreement with my boyfriend. He threw something in the trash because it was a few days past its expiration date and therefore was unusable in his eyes (relevant: he grew up in a family with a lot of money and I grew up very poor, he’s quick to throw things out or just buy new instead of fixing something). It was a little tub of gochujang, which is a fermented chili paste that keeps really well in the fridge. In the U.S., expiration dates can be kind of arbitrary.

Years ago, I was doing construction for a casino, in the restaurant portion, while another company was working on the hotel. The genera contractor was notorious for being a dick, and insisted no extra work was to be done without prior written authorization and approval by the owners and architect. Basically follow the plans exactly.

So I’m in High School and I’m in the student council. I’m in the group along with 43 other people, and this large number is attributed to the large number of students in my school. There are five people representing each grade, making up 20 of us, and then there are other people who mainly represent clubs, people who carry out staff-approved school activities and so forth. there are about 760 people in my school. We have several responsibilities, from organizing events, organizing football and basketball games with the student council from the other school, carrying out tasks on behalf of the staff, so on and so forth. One of the most boring parts of our job however, is the morning announcements.

This story takes place two decades ago, when I was in 6th grade (age 12).

Reading fiction books and writing a page or two summary was a routine assignment. Teacher let us pick any book we wanted, as long as it was a minimum length (i.e. a novel not a picturebook) and “you haven’t read it before.”

This was more than 10 years ago. Worked in an office. We did lots of printing, had like 2 of those big office printers with a service contract, leased through third parties. That’s kind of how those big printer companies operate.