On the Job“Base to twenty-three.”
Judy’s voice crackles over the radio. I have it turned down low but she’s still a little too loud—I think she yells into the radio on purpose. Usually she gets pissed at a customer and takes it out on us. By the tone of her voice now, I know I’m in for a real treat.
I reach over and turn the radio up. “Go ahead.”
I’m a service tech for the cable company, which means trouble calls and cut drops and little old ladies who can’t figure out how to program their TVs, but sometimes I get a reconnect/leave tag or an emergency mark lines, depending on what needs to be done. It’s after noon already and I have only one more order left for the day, a PM job where the customer wants me after 3:30, so I know Judy has something that’s come up. I can take another few j
