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My life as a hollaback girl I work at a funfair and sound a bit like a disk jockey so I am employed on all of the rides and have to use my microphone to attract people onto the waltzer and teacup machine. I am not as good as the other people at other funfairs who sound a lot better and get more people to go on the rides. They are making more money and it is all about results in my industry. I think about how Enid Blyton used to write about circuses and gypsys and how romantic it all was. But when you are actually doing the job it becomes mundane and I am reminded of how somebody said they had lost a pound on the dodgems and wanted it back and because of my face they thought I had taken it. And how sad they all looked when the music stopped and the dodgems slowed down. They wanted to ride again but I had to charge them two pounds so they went to other rides. Apart from one small boy and his father who stayed on and rode around in circles and bumped and laughed. And then I realised I was the boy and my father was next to me and his face was like wax in the wind. |
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