Last Monday, I left a note to my manager saying that I would only be able to work weekday mornings and that I would need my nights and weekends off. The days are available because one of the other busboys in our restaurant just got fired for stealing tips. But, in result, they’ve asked if I could work double shifts. That’s not going to happen. I work as a busboy to pay rent and eat restaurant food, but at the same time, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life cleaning up after people and worse, not writing. I need to write. Writing makes me feel like my life is going in a direction. When I finish pages in a book that I’m writing, it feels like I’m getting closer to my goal. In some quirky way, it feels like my life has meaning. Unfortunately, ever since I got here, I haven’t written at all.
There’s just no time to write when you work evenings. You spend your mornings waiting to work. You spend your evenings working. And you spend your nights tired from being worked. It’s a sick cycle merry go round.
Today, is my first day back after my 2 day weekend from work. I get to sit or stand patiently in front of my manager as I suspect he’ll be infuriated to hear my proposal, as if he hadn't seen the note I left him on Monday. But, it doesn’t matter. If I don’t get the hours I need to write, I need to quit my job.
I’m just a busboy. I don’t have a family to feed. I don’t have school loans to pay off. I don’t have a car or car payments to think about.
I just have a book that’s been waiting for me to take care of it.
Interesting thought process Jon. By the way, I think your dialogue is fantastic, it's never too long.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dicky! I have a friend that says I should write a book that's strictly just dialogue.
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