FAILING WELL by JOE PARENTE (reading books for 5 year olds txt) 📖

need some time to put things together. Could you meet me here let’s say in three days?”
“At this point I feel that I would try anything to change my luck.”
Ben talked softly. “This may be a chance for you to get some pay back.” Ben and his old bones rose slowly and deliberately from his chair. “Nine: AM in three days then? That’s a Wednesday.” He walked out with a spring in his step and the clatter of a cowbell.
Sharon sat there for a moment thinking of what just happened. "He was a nice enough old man. At least he didn’t come on to me but not many did. Those that did were the bad ones. I have three days to wait and I’ll know what’s going on. Still, I don’t know."


Walt

and Tom

They knew each other and were both carpenters but that is as far as the similarity. The only other thing was that they were both looking for work. After a fast breakfast, Tom was able to grab the want ads out of the paper that someone left behind at the café. “Hey Walt!”
Walt was busy with the sugar and creamer trying to soften the blow of the harsh contents of his cup. “Yeah, Jesus if this brew was any worse I’d of ordered a glass of milk.”
“I’m tryin’ to tell you something Walt.”
“What?”
“There’s a job opening for a couple of guys at the shipyard for a small crew of carpenters. Some guy is building a personal yacht and needs some cabinet work. That would your area of expertise Walt.”
It was no surprise that these two knew each other. Often times they were hired at the same site and Tom would pick up Walt in his pick-up truck to go to work. They lived close so it wasn't a problem to haul tools. The jobs had to be big enough to hire both of them so that the inequities of style would work themselves out. Walt would finesse wood and Tom would bash it together. This would drive Walt nuts but at least they would get things done.
Jamal brought the coffee pot so he could freshen up both men’s mugs.
“When you guys goin’ to work?”
“When we find some.” Tom uttered with disdain.
“I know that we are in the same boat here. We both need some dough.” Walt growled. “We gotta’ find something.”
Jamal looked at both men. “Well hurry up and find something. You guys are makin’ me broke with all this free java” Jamal laid down the bill.
Almost instantly Tom threw down the amount needed. “Hey Jamal, make your down payment on that Rolls with this.”
The three snickered as the carpenters rose to leave.
“It’s a long shot but let’s try to get that job.” Walt said.
They were back in two hours without a job slip. It seemed that the owner’s agent was hiring only union workers.

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Publication Date: 11-15-2010

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