Chapter 8Cole
We didn’t spend that first Sunday night together, but only because we both needed to be on the road to our jobs at annoyingly early hours. Byron’s commute to UCLA would take him about half an hour, he said. The kicker was that his first class was at eight o’clock. Me? An hour commute for an 8:30 start time. Like I said, annoyingly early. I was used to long working days, days that routinely went to ten o’clock or midnight, but they didn’t start until noon. Oh well, whatever, never mind. Never mind that the return commute would get me home no earlier than seven and that since this job started, we’d been in overtime on about thirty percent of the working days.
I got paid for it. Thanks, union. I was only annoyed because I wanted to be getting home early and popping next door t
