temika tinson

No one can stop the hat from flying

In the late autumn of that year, I had graduated for two years and still had nothing to eat, and I was running for my future. That day, I took three or four buses to apply for a processing plant in the suburbs with great enthusiasm. Originally, I was confident, but because of a word of abuse from the supervisor, I was furious and wanted to teach the poor brothers a lesson about his arrogance. My job went down the pan in an instant.