I was over at my Benefactor’s house late this afternoon. I had just finished mowing his back yard and was about to begin the front yard. I was at my car drinking a bottle of cold water from my cooler when my cellphone rang. It was my supervisor at work.
“Hey sweetheart,” she said. “I don’t mean to put pressure on you, but what do you think about working from five to one for a few weeks until I can find a better second shift guy?”
“Well,” I replied thinking for a short moment. “This is sort of sudden, but I will work it for you.”
“Steven didn’t work but a week and then quit saying it was too hot for him,” she said chuckling, but you could hear the seriousness and worry in the tone of her voice.
“If I do okay for a few weeks, do you think we could make it permanent?” I asked.
“Oh God!” my supervisor exclaimed. “That would be a godsend. We would only need two shifts to keep us covered. You from five to one and then the second shift person from one till nine.”
“What are you doing?” she then asked me.
“I am mowing grass in the afternoons for extra money,” I told her.
“Well, you are just a go getter, aren’t you?”
I laughed. “Yes ma’am.”
“I’ll see you in the morning honey. Thank you for pulling through for me!”
I hung up the phone so glad that she had called me. You should’ve seen the extra zest in my steps. If I could work my main job full time and then cut grass in the afternoons then it would be the best of both worlds. Getting off at one would still allow me plenty of daylight to hit the streets and build my business. This is going to be a true test of my meddle, though. I haven’t worked fulltime in eight long years (I don’t consider mowing lawns working fulltime). I hope I handle it okay. I am just going to wish for the best and to do my best. That’s all I can do. I am not going to let my supervisor down, though.