Jim Crayson begins his first shift at the backwoods convenience store and realizes things weren't supposed to turn out like this. Sick of teaching logic at Midwestern colleges, Jim had taken his chances at starting over in Northern Florida. For now he just needs cash while he keeps looking for something permanent. The possibilities seem endless. Jim feels certain that any day now his degrees and experience will land him writing work--or at least a job with benefits. And then there's that shot he has at winning thousands on a quiz show. But it's no picnic dealing with this job and the people it involves. Will Jim watch his hopes dissolve into the seedy, violence-prone world he encounters at the store? Could his last sight be a customer pointing a gun at his head? Warkin is a bleakly comic portrayal of the real prospects for many who change careers and pursue their dreams.
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Page 196 - This whole thing was a deal-breaker for me. I just didn't care anymore whether Don could pay me more, promote me, whatever. "You did just what you were supposed to do. You complied with the guy." Don was going into his lecture voice. "Worst thing somebody can do is to try to be a hero. Just give 'em the money.
Page 183 - Buttons down the front. . .uh— " "What color was the shirt?" "It, uh. . .It was light. . .It had a print pattern. Mostly a print pattern. Not sure what, um, c-color the pattern was... Maybe beige background?" I could see the guy in my mind. But it was like trying to look at someone in a dream. Your eyes don't cooperate. Or you are only able to see their face. "Any other description?
Page 250 - Don nearly yelled, pointing at me. "That's the guy!" "But the guy— the guy— had his face covered." Don waved his hands dismissively, shook his head as I spoke. "Then— tell me this— then, why did we both think it might be Number Four, then? Huh? Was that just aa... coincidence?
Page 355 - Jim had taken his chances at starting aver in Northern Florida. But that was many months and many resumes ago. For now he just needs cash while he keeps looking for something permanent. The possibilities seem endless. Jim feels certain that any day now his degrees and experience will land him writing work--or at least a job with benefits.
Page 319 - Me with the dropping out college, then the pot bust. ..I fkd up. Only so many places 4 me 2 go. No vertical. Plus u can 't quit the shitty jobs. Do that 2 many X then yr job history looks bad. Got u by the balls, the bosses. <Iskral903>: So here I sit, stinkin of cheez I didn't have much...
Page 355 - Maybe hts book will finally get published. And then there's that shot he has at winning thousands on a quiz show. But it's no picnic dealing with this job and the people it involves. Will Jim watch his hopes dissolve into the seedy, viofence-prone world he encounters at the store?
Page 30 - ... theater twice in the past fifty minutes. Ben was watching me do the daily data entry. I could hear his nose whistle intermittently behind my left shoulder. Whenever it did my eyes would defocus on the text on the screen and look at the reflection of Ben's head on the monitor glass. "What are the GRIND totals?
Page 98 - HEY! YOU!" said the voice again, yelling this time. The lottery machine booped again, not recognizing the winning card. I wheeled around. "Yes sir, how can I he—" "This coffee is not hotl Who brewed this goddamn cof—?
Page 319 - ... cheese factory. When I first met him at a Luc Houtkamp show in Missouri, he was wearing his all-white work uniform. He had come to the show straight from work. He reeked of curdled milk solids. <Iskml903>: With yr bckgrnd, yr degrees, all that sht <Iskral903>: Just feel lucky u don 't know what it RUf means tobe trapped by a job.