posted on Oct, 13 2009 @ 03:53 AM
I met some more of the dead end kids on Saturday. I was running the front gate at the Suns-Warriors game (I also got to escort Anthony Morrow to the
locker room after his on-court interview, which was kinda cool, although I don't actually watch or even like basketball).
Again I found them to be nice kids. In this case mostly JROTC types who didn't choose the military and were nothing but sorry for it. We worked a
full 8 hours- no 10 minute breaks, no lunch. We didn't sit down, we didn't go get more water, I didn't smoke (if anyone else was an addict, they
didn't bother asking for a break- so I don't know) most of us didn't even go to the bathroom. We stood our god danged post and were grateful for
the roughly $60 (more like 40 after taxes) that we earned on that one day gig- labor laws and bathroom breaks be damned.
I kept telling this one guy that I'm more of a "hey fatass" than a "sir" but he never really did get the hang of it- he reminded me a lot of
myself when I was fresh out of highschool- except he'll never see 33 dollars an hour (and 66 an hour on sundays)- which I had for a few beautiful
moments before the world went to hell. Granted there was also this one weed smokin idiot who reminded me more of me during college and who wouldn't
do his job even when I hovered over him, but he was the exception, not the rule.
Anyway, I'll probably be employed full time by the end of the week, making roughly a third of what I normally do as a carpenter. I'm paying my
prospective employer 200 dollars for the job- the owner of the security company I'm hiring on with also owns the security school that he refers
potential employees to. It's basically an elaborate kick-back system. If he takes my 200 dollars and then doesn't hire me I'll probably beat him
senseless and take the money back- but who knows- I've been screwed a time or two before and decided it wasn't worth going to jail over.
So wish me and him both luck. But despite the obvious worries I'm pretty optimistic- all of his managers really liked me (he also owns the
non-security event staff company that I worked for at the basketball game) and though I hate to say it, I've obviously got my age and skin color on
my side [they gave me a supervisory position my very first day in their employ, and although I'd like to think I'm an excellent person, they didn't
know that. All they knew was that I was 26 and white- whereas most of my co-workers were 18 and Mexican].
Wow, there's an awful thought... what if I was a few years younger and a few shades darker? Maybe I'd have beaten my boss senseless and taken his
money already... so here's to hoping the dead end kids don't have to endure this much longer, hmm?