"You need to make adjustments," The Ghost says. I have heard this sort of thing before. He tells me I am a mess. He tells me, even though I come to work every day and do my job better than any of the other "stable" married alcoholic schmoes he employs. "I know," he says, " that one of these days you are going to have another meltdown like you had in front of my wife and I. And I just can't watch you do that to yourself, Curt."
He doesn't know. I am not on the verge of a meltdown. Sure, I've made mistakes and been unpredictable in the past, but we are not talking about the past. We are talking about the future. Who put The Ghost up on his little pedestal? I wonder how he got to be delivery coordinator anyways. Nepotism, I bet.
Curt Jimenez is adjustments. He is changes. He is tossed about in the wind. He is the wind.
He is.
He will make some "adjustments".
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