red, representing anger and at times, love. Tis also the color of my heart and on this very day it occupies my thoughts and fills my being. but why is it that I am red all over? the reason for my colorful discomfort is because I regretfully recall my memories of my very first act of paid labor. during that time I made the most mistakes and caused much displeasure to my elderly employers. I grind my teeth as I grudgingly recall my foolish erroneous acts such as placing objects in places that they weren't supposed to be in or misplacing others, and being incapable of finding several objects or unable to follow orders. but even though the troubles caused by my idiocy were plentiful, it was still a very valuable learning experience that I believe will aid me in future occupations.
note: since this is a truly awful memory that I wish to forget, I do not wish to write about it any longer than what I currently have.
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