Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, and Billy.
Subject: Another One Bites the Dust
“Well, fuck.” Sara says, returning home to a busy apartment of Ann cooking, Frank and Billy playing chess, and Tabitha reading a book at the table. “I’ve joined the club.”
“Club?” Tabitha asks, looking up from her book.
“You know, those people they keep talking about. The rising unemployment rate.” Sara says.
“Lost your job? What happened?” Ann asks.
“Economy. They fired like eight people.” Sara explains.
“That sucks Sara. Sorry.” Billy says.
“Maybe I should take it as a slap in the face to change careers, or at least find a job I actually like. This support stuff is tough.”
“Not sure this is the economy to be switching careers in. Unless you’re talking more school.”
“Or playing poker. You could be my apprentice.” Frank chimes in.
“Not sure I have the stomach for poker. All that money on the line. Too nerve-wracking.”
“You’ll get unemployment at least.”
“Sure. It’s not what I was making, but should keep me afloat.”
“You get along with the people at work right? At least you’ll get a good reference from them.”
“True. I’ll have to see what’s out there. Maybe another job is right around the corner.”
“On the plus side, you no longer have to commute to Jersey every day!” Frank says. “Oh, and checkmate Billy.”
“That’s an excellent observation. If I never see that part of Jersey City again, I certainly won’t miss it.”