I haven't posted in awhile. I don't know if
anyone's even reading me anyone. I haven't even heard from
The Fishing Guy. I hope he's having a good Christmas.
Things haven't been going well for me. The chinchilla lost his job as a
flagger a couple weeks ago. It was a pretty sweet gig, too. I received nearly $20.00 an hour, and I all had to do was stand in the middle of the road and wave cars past while the power company guys worked on fixing a damaged power line. The boss told me he was sorry about having to let me go because I was a really good
flagger and all, and that I was the least senior chinchilla on the crew.
"You can't do this to me," I say.
"I'm really sorry," he says.
"But I need this job!"
He can't even look me in my beady, black chinchilla eyes.
"Again, I'm really sorry."
He hands me a tiny package.
"Keep it."
"
C'mon. All the guys pitched in. Open it."
I open it. There's a shiny, silver card with a white snowflake on it.
"Thanks," I tell him. "How much you get on it?"
The boss pauses to consider my question.
"I dunno. I don't remember."
"You do know that I'm not allowed in that store anymore, right?"
The boss pauses again.
"I didn't. . . . look. . . I'm really sorry. We're gonna miss drinking with you."
"I'll miss you guys too. "
"Take care, Mr. Chinchilla."
"Yeah, thanks," I say, "I'll see you in the gutter soon!"
Oh shit. The librarian's spotted me. Merry Xmas, folks!
