It is a misty and damp morning, evident from the headlights’ diffusion of photons amongst the oncoming cars. I had walked down the mile and a half necessary to access the main bus corridor thusly allowing me to take a pick from a number of routes rather than just one. This also is another way to capture what it is like on other routes.
A ball capped accountant that just walked in for instance that possesses one of those voices that slices through the air like a streaking meteor through a thin atmosphere launches into a virtual monologue upon seeing some long lost bus rider friend.
“It’s been a couple of tough years…ah, ah…I’ve been working like a DOG! When my boss…he’s just a slave driver; he’s good, but he’s got no other life except for the company. Well anyway, we were talking and we’re finally going to hire this lady from Santa Fe. She’s good and works hard, but when we do the audit, it’s really fast…
Then he goes on along those lines. Then he speaks of someone named Lisa that left her job back in September 2008 and has been unemployed since because of a boss that thought he was the “cat’s meow.” I’m beginning to see a recurring theme here.
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