We all stood in line to clock in and my time card was missing. One of the bosses said he had to talk to me outside. I was relieved. I felt like Bukowski. It was 6 in the morning, I wasn't done drinking, and I had a big fat paycheck to cash for three days of work. All I needed was a woman. The bank wouldn't open for another three hours and my card was in safe keeping. I gave in to impulse real quickly, but I called the wrong number. Before I could think, I erased all the numbers. I laughed aloud when I realized his home was directly across from the bank. So I decided to drive in the slowest route to I don't know yet where, killing time. I could finish my cigarettes and listen to the Queen is Dead real loud in the business traffic.
I ended up in Comerce Casino. I was on a run at the poker table, and I thought this job was a great investment. I didn't want to stop. What was I gonna do with the money, anyway? The chips were like a high, and when they ran out, I was drousy and depressed. I started questioning how much it was going to take for me to walk away, and that was outweighed? by the rest of the day. I didn't get the point of my existence.
Fuck that job. Everyone was older than me and it was depressing. I showed up to the interview in a suit. A resume wasn't required. I saw one of the fat women with a coffee mug and sweat pants parking her Kia right before work. I sat there for ten minutes watching her parallel park when she could have just pulled a little farther up. It's very important to her to repeat the pitch verbatim and sound sincere. That earns her the cash commission at the end of the day. It was too tempting to me, speaking to the receptionist. Listen darling, this is the owner's son, and if you don't patch me through...
But really, daily, I just can't cut it.
this shit's stupid
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