Not until I worked my first evening shift. The head custodian — a grizzled man named Tom Grant — announced after hiring me that he was tired of the extra duties. Claimed arthritis was stiffening up his joints, and he wanted to pass the torch on. To me, in particular. ...
Yah right, what a loser. Mark still gives me a lot of shit about hiring Brian. I'm getting desperate enough to even give it thought. So I picked up the trailer and was out to lunch with Zo when Terri gave me a buzz on my cell phone. How embarrassing, I'm turning into a yuppie...