Things aren’t looking good at a certain baseball stadium with a certain manager and a certain plan to hire other workers and not rehiring the ones who busted their asses last year to ensure a job. We’ve been down this road before, with the stadium deciding to save money – Workforce ultimately pays for all those hires. Back in 2008, the stadium didn’t hire the original staff because they didn’t want to pay us. Instead, they went to Workforce and grabbed a bunch of people. At the end of the season, the Workforce hires not only stole money from the stadium, but they also stole merchandise. Apparently, they didn’t get the memo.
My former supervisor tells me that I might have a job there, but only me. The friends I made last year – workers who worked just as hard as me – aren’t coming back. Nor is my mother. I don’t think I want to work with a bunch of ex-cons and juvenile delinquents. In the meantime, I’m looking for other work. There’s no way that I can work there guilt free.
I haven’t posted anything for a while. I’ve been too busy creating characters, setting up scenes and hoping to get a plot outline. So far, I’m molding out the first chapter. Though I think I want to work on the middle chapters first and then work on the introduction chapter and the conclusion last. That way I can slip in the elements of the ending before hand. That way we know what will happen before it happens without knowing it – see Naked Lunch and Watchmen.
I slacked off last weekend to zombie out. I watched and read nothing but zombie related material. Mostly because it was Easter weekend. This week, however, I got a few ideas jotted down about the course of things. I’m hoping to make this as read as possible, but emotions keep getting in the way. Like I said, this is something personal. Something I didn’t think I’d ever get around to doing. I just hope I see this through.
Chapin City Blues 