Jeffrey Alan Payne - Doczine

Several weeks went by. Finally, I could no longer stand the suspense of not knowingwhat he thought, so I called. When he picked up, time became suspended and all airmovement stopped for one or two seconds.“Uh, Captain,” I sputtered, “It’s Rick Loonie.”“Guess what!” he roared, “You’re being considered for a part-time job here!”For several stunned seconds I stood there with the phone dangling in my numb tinglinghand. I quickly regrouped before dropping the receiver, while my potential new boss satlistening on the other end.“No kidding?” I was able to say.“Yes, Tim Stevens has just left us, and a part-timer is moving into his evening slot. I’dlike to try you on weekends. Can you come in and see me tomorrow around ten?”“Oh yes, I can be there,” I said, secretly thinking, “How am I going to get there for ten?And what about my economics exam?”However, school took a backseat. I borrowed my roommate’s car, and by the end of thenext day, I was an employee of Z-Rock. My friends at the university station wonderedaloud what kind of free stuff you could score working at a station like that.7