Flashback....kcabhalF

As she sat there at her desk of her Medeokre job the thought about times passed. About the last "job." Thoughts of merching in the field, the infamous "bell." and the saying "JUICE." A smile swept across her face while thinking about these bygones. It was definatley a good time, always striving to be something better, and always competing with someone else. It was always there! Now she sits in an office, typing up shipping documents and answering a telephone, loading printers with paper and toners. Watching her life drift away in to an oblivious blunder of weeks and weekends filled with nothing. There's always that time when you start to think "will my life ever mean anything?"