Construction site (open, humor me and join)
Mar 12, 2013 18:41:29 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Mar 12, 2013 18:41:29 GMT -5
The day's work had worn me out so much that I didn't wake up again until the first birds were out chirping their morning calls just before the sun came up. It took me a moment to realize that I had been sleeping on the couch in my clothes. As soon as I moved I was greeted by the pain in my leg and let out a long sour groan. I was exhausted, even now that I've slept for 12 hours straight. But my exhaustion was more mental than physical.
Desperate to numb the pain I try to go back to sleep but can't. I'm just not tired anymore, so I finally decide to roll off the couch and at least move to the bed for another thirty minutes when I notice an envelope on my coffee table next to the half empty beer, i never finished.
"What the..." I pick it up and look at both sides as if the bare white could tell me anything. Hesitantly I open it by sliding my finger in the small gap and find Garths note next to a shitload of cash. My jaw literally drops as I gasp. I've never held this much money, not even on the job.
My eyes dart to the door where I expect to find the young man but of course he's not there. Just his note.
My eyes scan all the letters which I try to make sense of. I guess he's referring to what I said...that he's a decent kid considering his upbringing. And decent he is, holy smokes.
It takes me a moment to process what's happening but then a smile creeps up on my face and never leaves.
That day I don't go straight to work but to my boss and ask for his permission to take half a day off to see a doctor.
Reluctanty he agrees claiming that his whole site is already in the crapper and might as well be shut down but I promise him to make up for it.
I don't think he believes me but the old man lets me go anyway.
It smells like some sort of harsh cleaner in here and everything is so white that I feel my bare existence will soil the practice. I've barely ever seen one from the inside since it's a priviledge of the upper class, which I'm simply not part of. Today, however, I am cutesy of Garth Earnhardt.
Patiently I wait my turn and wonder how all these people can afford seeing a doctor. The more time passes the more nervous I grow but when it's finally my turn relief washes over me even though the man confirms Garths suspicion. I don't fancy the procedure but at least I have a fighting chance now.
When I arrive at the construction site on two real crutches at almost 11 am I hope nothing more than to see the young man who gave me the gift of my life.
Desperate to numb the pain I try to go back to sleep but can't. I'm just not tired anymore, so I finally decide to roll off the couch and at least move to the bed for another thirty minutes when I notice an envelope on my coffee table next to the half empty beer, i never finished.
"What the..." I pick it up and look at both sides as if the bare white could tell me anything. Hesitantly I open it by sliding my finger in the small gap and find Garths note next to a shitload of cash. My jaw literally drops as I gasp. I've never held this much money, not even on the job.
My eyes dart to the door where I expect to find the young man but of course he's not there. Just his note.
My eyes scan all the letters which I try to make sense of. I guess he's referring to what I said...that he's a decent kid considering his upbringing. And decent he is, holy smokes.
It takes me a moment to process what's happening but then a smile creeps up on my face and never leaves.
That day I don't go straight to work but to my boss and ask for his permission to take half a day off to see a doctor.
Reluctanty he agrees claiming that his whole site is already in the crapper and might as well be shut down but I promise him to make up for it.
I don't think he believes me but the old man lets me go anyway.
It smells like some sort of harsh cleaner in here and everything is so white that I feel my bare existence will soil the practice. I've barely ever seen one from the inside since it's a priviledge of the upper class, which I'm simply not part of. Today, however, I am cutesy of Garth Earnhardt.
Patiently I wait my turn and wonder how all these people can afford seeing a doctor. The more time passes the more nervous I grow but when it's finally my turn relief washes over me even though the man confirms Garths suspicion. I don't fancy the procedure but at least I have a fighting chance now.
When I arrive at the construction site on two real crutches at almost 11 am I hope nothing more than to see the young man who gave me the gift of my life.
