Family Memories of an Abused Existence . . .Work 3

Working downtown.

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Life in the big city. I found a job at a bank main office. The building was 20 stories tall. I was on the same floor as the tellers, vaults, loan officers, everything you would see on a main floor of a bank.

It had a long escalator to the 2nd floor from the street entrance, and a large lobby. I worked in the security…

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Jo Ann Harris, Writer of Daily Musings

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