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Short stories and quotes...

As the fog rolled in off the River, Jeff sat and pondered, as he sifted the soft river sand through his fingers. “What will today bring?” He asked.
As the fog began to clear, the pressures of the day began to settle on his shoulder. Jeff finished the last sip of his luke warm coffee, as he watched the Sun rise behind the clouds.

He hoped for rain, a rare break of the work load, but there would be no such luck in the south. Twisting the top back on his thermos he rose to his feet and set out for the day.
Tossing his thermos into the passenger seat he slid into his old Chevy pick up, rolled the window down, patted the gas as cranked her up. She roared loudly like a bear waking up out of hibernation from the winter. “I feel your pain” he said to his truck, as he patted the dashboard, “I don’t want to go today either.”

It’s not that he’s lazy or doesn’t like the work he does, it’s the toxic environments that his supervisors create. They have an extremely fast turnover rate and can’t figure out why. While everyone below supervisor level can tell you exactly what the issues are and who created them. Power trips and just blatant disrespect towards employees make work unbearable. The only reason he hasn’t walked out like most every one else has, is because he has a family to support.

A wife and a couple littles. He loves coming home to their smiles. Sarah finally gets to stay home with the kids like she has always wanted. After all her paycheck would only cover the cost of child care. She would literally be working just to pay someone to watch the kids. Definitely not worth it.

As he made his way down the old dirt road, dust trail floating behind him, and his Chevy bouncing up down on the bumpy road as if dancing to the music playing on the radio.