It’s All Over But The Waiting

I’ve been waiting 45 minutes to turn in my time sheet and get my check. The managers are in a meeting. It’s being held at a table in plain sight. I walked through the door and stood where all of my bosses could see me. One of them turned and looked dead at me then returned her focus to her boss. This is not the first time I’ve had to wait. I’d like to complain but they’d tell me like they tell others: “Go play the piano somewhere else.”

I’ve kept this job for 12 years primarily because I don’t complain. The fact that I’m a better than average musician and singer is only a secondary consideration in the job security department. That’s why I’m waiting here quietly even though I have to pick my grandson up from aftercare and take him to his grandmother’s house. Even though the chance I have to pick up an extra gig tonight to make extra cash won’t happen…because I’m waiting to turn in my time sheet and get my check and the managers are talking over important matters and the last thing in the world they’re going to do is make time for me.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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