No More Papers To Be Delivered…

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Not by me anyway. Even though I was reaching major burn out from the early morning routine, I had put in to continue throwing papers, as I heard the money was going to be better. As July 12th grew closer, I had only heard rumors of the opposite. I had spoken with the new boss and he kept telling me, “we are crunching numbers and should have some definite numbers for you by tomorrow, I’ll call you.” So when I didn’t hear back, I called him again. I got the same answer, day after day. I think it was only a few days before the transition was to happen, and the new boss gave me a call. He wanted to know if I still wanted to deliver and if I wanted to get the new route list, etc… My initial response was, “How much?” He seemed as if he wanted to dodge my question. So I asked him again, “How much? Are you done crunching the numbers?” He finally gave up the info I think he had been holding onto for several weeks in an unsuccessful attempt to string me along. It was more newspapers, more time, and half the money. I didn’t hesitate one bit to decline. A part of me was ecstatic, the other part was say, “hmm…what will I do now?” My wife on the other was quite concerned of how this overnight change in our household income would affect us. We had plans, we had goals. She thought it would be hard for anyone to find work these days, and that it would be difficult for me to pick up another side job. Nonchalantly I kind of shrugged my shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll find something”

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And I did…