The waiting game

I'm at the factory, a headache brewing because I think I'm hearing the remaining workers gossip about my favourite employee behind her back. I can't be sure, but either way, they're all getting on my nerves; figures that grandmama's one of those talkers. Though the deliveries and the paperwork's been done for the day, I'm still sitting out the rest of the workers, despite the enormous yen to escape.

I'm playing the waiting game with Slimy.

He took a hiatus a little while ago, but he's back now in full force. I think on his second or third day back, he slipped out of the factory with an arm-load of his own tailoring to deliver, leaving his workload here to just pile up in his absence. He told my aunt on her way out that he was planning to leave by 8pm, but having taken the time out to stand around to gossip, his ETD probably won't be until much later--though that's what he was probably banking on anyway.

Of course mom's making my FAVOURITE food for dinner tonight as well.

So I'm stretching my own work load out longer to accommodate his schedule, at least until my aunt makes her unannounced return to the factory. Though, knowing her ways, she won't make it here until 9pm herself--if she makes it back here at all.

My only consolation to it all is that while I play this waiting game with the factory employees, I'm also playing the waiting game with the remainder of my time here at the sweatshop.

That's right, I gave it up. As Ehbaba helped me put into words a few intelligent conversations ago, I just don't "fit" this job.

"It's not because you're not bright or adaptable enough, you're just not the right fit for that particular position, and that position is just not the right fit for you."

I felt so much better after that conversation.

And so, Friday ever-so-slowly approaches. I couldn't care less (not true) about what comes after that, but as soon as I officially finish working here, I know a huge wait weight is going to come crashing off my shoulders. Friday, here I come!