“Alright Jim, I’m heading out. I’ll see
you tomorrow.”
“Oh, I’m actually off tomorrow, but I will
be here Thursday.”
“Thursday morning?”
“No, I come in at four.”
“I’m only here until one on Thursday. Do
you work Friday?”
“No. Thursday is my last day before my
vacation starts.”
“Oh really? Where are you going for
vacation?”
“Nowhere. I just have vacation time I need
to use. I’ll probably just get caught up on some work around the house”
“Well anything beats being here, am
I right? How long are you taking off?”
“One week. I will be back that
following Monday.”
“I don’t work Mondays anymore ‘cuz Myla
has soccer.”
“Soccer player, huh? How old is Myla
now? Eight?”
“Just turned Eight in March.”
“Man, I remember when she was still
in diapers. Anyway, I guess I will see you on Tuesday after I get back then.”
“Is that Tuesday the sixth? They
have me working at West Main that day.”
“Really? You have to drive all the
way out there?”
“Yeah. I guess Tom’s been really
shorthanded since one of his full-time employees just up and walked out in the middle
of a shift.”
“Oh wow! Honestly though, I don’t
blame ‘em. That store is a nightmare. Good luck.”
“So I’ve heard, but Mike says if I
work there on Tuesday he’ll give me that Friday off. It’s my and Jackie’s
anniversary and we were planning on spending a long weekend in Lauretsville.”
“You don’t say. I’ve heard its
really nice out there. Lots hiking trails and what not.”
“Yeah, she’s been dying to go.”
“You working here that Wednesday?”
“All day long”
“Well, I will see you on Wednesday
the seventh then”
-AMS
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