A barn in the middle of nowhere.
The man drove me to pick up my first check today.
Yay!
That I was finally getting paid...
Yay!
That I was not the one driving down the beltline.
Yay! Yay!
Yay! Yay!
I trotted inside.
I'd done my homework on getting paid.
The first check is always paper.
Then its auto deposit.
I could pick it up "anytime"
between 6:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m.
We arrived at 10:15 a.m.
I passed the manager in her office
on my way to the HR office.
No one was there.
Quick as a bunny I was off
to the manager's office.
Only she had managed to leave and lock up.
Eventually I found a manager
(this place has more titles than Carters has little pills!)
and he agreed to get the keys to unlock
the safe that held my check.
He hands it to me with a big smile.
"Enjoy!"
he says.
I look at my check.
It is sad, sickly and pale.
One quarter of the checks that I am used to bringing home.
Heavy sigh.
I knew this would be the case.
I knew what my wage is.
Not a surprise,
but still a wisp of a black cloud.
But it is my day off!
I had money in hand...
that I handed over to the man for deposit into our account.
The sun was shining
and birds might have been singing if it wasn't so
humid and hot.
Still,
my hand rode the air waves out the tuck window
and my grin was tickled by
stray crazy hair.
The man chuckled and asked me not to grow up.
No danger there.
=:]
I have been absent of late.
Mostly exhausted by heat and getting used
to standing for 8 hours on concrete floors...
and the stress of that damned phone ringing.
Constantly!
I come home from work.
The house is hot.
I grab Roxy and head for my bedroom.
We barricade ourselves inside.
The air conditioner hums.
An additional fan whirs.
I pick up my book
(Odd Hours)
and before I know it...
zzzzzzzz.
