Day 19

Day 19

I meet with my nineteen year old boss and my three remaining crewmembers. We basically sit around a diner and bullshit for a couple of hours (and get paid for it). We agree that we're going to have to radically slow down our productivity, to the point of canvassing something like twelve houses in an hour instead of twelve houses in twelve minutes, which is going to suck. It's always so much harder to look busy than to actually be busy, but I have faith in our abilities. Again, our boss tells us that if we keep at this excruciatingly slow pace we'll be able to drag out the work by two weeks or so and then we'll be able to move on to the next phase, which at this point remains a mysterious enterprise. It may, our boss tells us, involve teams of three to six people going out at two and three o'clock in the morning and counting hobos. We kill some more time and I come home before noon.