Looking for a job (Troylus, Meecar)
Jan 28, 2016 15:30:27 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jan 28, 2016 15:30:27 GMT -5
"275." The old foreman hands me a wad of cash and I briefly run my thumb over this weeks pay and then put it in the bag I have slung around my shoulder.
"Thank you, sir."
I hardly dare to ask because I know construction jobs are few and far between in the cold season but I need to eat. My kid needs to eat and going back to my fathers company is simply not an option. Not if I want to stand on my own two feet.
"What about next week?" I glance up at his shape that's illuminated by the cold winter sun behind him and makes me suint my blue eyes into small slits.
"Sorry, boy, you're a great worker but we have too many guys and too little work. I'll let you know when a new project comes up...maybe in the spring."
I can hardly hide my dissapointment when I walk away. How am I going to survive until the spring in this business?
I might not have another choice but go back to my father.
Sure enough I find myself sitting at the dinner table with my old man drinking a beer and discussing possibilities.
"Look, Matt. I've always told you that this girl was a bad idea. If you hadn't gotten her pregnant you'd still be a peace keeper. Now you have to do shit jobs- heck you even come knocking on my door!" He exclaims once again putting his disgust for all women on show.
"Damnit, dad. I love my daughter. I made the right decision for fucks sake!"
"Don't swear at my table." He stares me down but I hold his gaze.
After poking at his potatoes for a minute he looks up at me again. "I know yu don't want to work at Dunham Engineering ...I have an old friend...drinking buddie. I heard he's looking for people."
With the number my father gave me I walk to the next public phone at the local pub and dial it unsure who will answer.
"Hello. My name is Matthew Dunham...I'm Chris Dunhams son. He gave me your number because I'm looking for a job."