Reconciliation

Sometimes, you wake up to a phone call, and you get scared and you don't want to answer, but you know you have to. Sometimes it is bad news. But sometimes, it's the Ghost telling you how desperate he is, how he's tired of babysitting all these jagoffs, how you were the best delivery guy he ever had and he's sorry things went down the way they did but what's done is done, let's let bygones be bygones, Curt, please come back I'll give you a nice raise. That's one of those times when all you can do is pinch yourself and do all those things that you have to do to make sure you're really alive, you're awake, you're not in a prison cell, you're free and things are kind of okay maybe after all. You think to yourself, who has ever been this excited at 51 years old to have his or her job as a newspaper delivery person back, the one that you have to wake up at 3 in the morning 6 days a week and just barely make enough money to buy your dogs the cheap dog food that's made out of corn and wheat and animal by-products that your friend Otto makes down at the rendering plant. But it's okay, sometimes it feels like good moments are almost impossible to come by, and by God this sure feels like a good moment so screw rational thinking, this is good good good news, you can answer the door now when the landlord knocks and you'll pay the electric bill, and maybe you won't freeze your *ss of this winter after all.

And now, you can just have to figure out what to put in your employment celebration butter! What an existence!