Clara was helping Elysha get dinner on the table. Putting out plates and silverware. Pouring milk for her brother.
Then she sighed and said:
“I’ve only been helping you for two or three minutes, and it already feels like a full time job that I’m not getting paid for.”
I was both appalled by the massive overstatement of the work she had just done and impressed by her desire to be paid for her efforts. The girl might have a horribly skewed understanding of what amounts to a full time job, but no employer is ever going to get away with not paying her a fair wage.
