Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I pull into the parking lot. Driving past an old place of work. Now just a shell of it's former self. Waiting for the new change that will take place. I can't remember what it was that I did there. But those type of memories are like cars and buses that speed past you as you wait to cross the street. I park and go inside the ritzy hotel. In the ballroom said the sign. As I follow it's instructions. I come to the ballroom and walk in a lady hands me a piece of paper. Say please fill out this survey. I then walk round the room. Oh is it crowded! I some how manage to get around the ballroom. I check out the employers that are set up. Some of them are busy. Is that job right for me? Is this job right for me? I noticed that nothing is there for me. But I did have this guy hand me this brightly pink sheet of paper. That had a listing of jobs on it. He went over what was all there. I may look it over again just to see if there's anything on it that might be of interest for me. I fill out the survey and dropped it in a box. "Thank you!", said the lady who had handed to me. I then walk back to my car. I drive home. So much for that.
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I can't remember what it was that I did there. But those type of memories are like cars and buses that speed past you as you wait to cross the street.

Very interesting writing, dave!. Thanks for sharing it!!!!!!

But those type of memories are like cars and buses that speed past you as you wait to cross the street.

Love that
so true that.

Thank you for writting Dave
I wish you would do more.