“I called your best friend’s old supervisor at the distribution center in La Grange,” my former supervisor told me this morning as I was getting off. “He said he was one of his best workers until one night he just didn’t show up. He had never missed a night before.”
“That’s when he got his DUI,” I replied. “He worked for almost two years without any lapses.”
“I am going to go out on a limb hiring a convicted felon, but his old supervisor and you have swayed me,” my previous supervisor told me. “When do you think he will be able to start work?”
“I am hoping next Monday if he gets parole,” I replied now grinning vigorously so excited.
“You better not let me down,” she said giving me a big hug. “I don’t want another disaster like I often have trying to fill this job. I have the part-time guy working your old position and he is not happy about the hours at all, threatening to quit.”
I immediately drove home and called Mrs. Florene. I was bursting at the seams to tell her of the good news.
“George has a job!” I told her excitedly. “He will be working my old position from 5am to 1pm. Do you think you can drive him to work?”
“Oh, sweetheart!” Mrs. Florene exclaimed. “That is wonderful news. I sure will give it my best try. I don’t like driving in the dark, but I can do it if I have to.”
I long ago realized it was going to take a very concerted and family effort to get George back on his feet. He is going to need all the support we can give him. Now, we just have to wait until Thursday to find out the final results. I will be anxiously waiting all day for that call from Monte telling me if George got parole or not.