Conversations with God Page #3

comes up in the rain...

with a tent and a bedroll-

we call them professional campers

around here.

- Yeah?

- You professionals have

a way of lingering on-

kind of like those guys over there.

I should be back

on my feet in a few days...

as soon as I, uh, find a job.

Because you got in late,

last night's on the house.

But collection for the week

starts on Friday at 3:00 p. m.

If you're here, I expect payment on time.

There's no exceptions.

Okay.

If not, you're out.

We understand each other?

Uh, yes. Yes, we do.

Well, good morning to you then.

And by the way?

- Yeah?

- If I were you, I would put that cover...

- on top of your tent.

- What's it for?

It's for the rain.

I see you have lots of experience.

Radio.

That says a lot.

Uh, why don't you have a rsum?

Doesn't matter.

How about you tell me...

why Osborne and Associates

should hire someone like you?

We have over 20 applicants.

Why you?

Well, uh, despite

outward appearances...

I've held supervising positions

for three companies.

Which makes me wonder

about your work ethic.

Or maybe you're on some type

of desultory path.

- It means "lack of purpose. "

- Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, the truth of it

is I was laid off...

when the stations were

bought out and consolidated.

I mean,

everything's corporate now...

and I'm nearing 50

and so overqualified...

that you're probably

not going to hire me, are you?

Well, the thing of it is, most applicants

carry a master's degree. You don't.

No, I don't, but I still think I can do

a good job for Osborne and Associates.

Well, around here, we demand excellence,

Mr. Walsch, not good.

I'm sorry.

Okay, listen. I-I-I-

I really need this job.

You're... overqualified.

Next.

Next.

Chef, let's go.

Hey, don't let them get to you.

Outsiders make them

a little bit jumpy. That's all.

So I'm guessing you're gonna be

sticking around for the week?

- There we go.

- Thanks, Daddy.

- I'm sorry?

- It's harder than you thought, isn't it?

Look, there's

a convenience store on the corner.

They've got a recycling center.

That's how these guys pay their rent.

You get yourself a bag of aluminum cans,

you're halfway to making the week.

Bag a day, you get your food,

you get your drink.

No, I-I don't drink.

Thanks.

Yeah? Stick around here

long enough, you will.

- God. You scared me.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Well-

- These are mine.

This is my area.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Well, now you do.

Okay.

I see you met Oakley.

- I didn't know there were territories.

- Well, we call them areas.

Yeah, well, he could've

just told me.

I'd have- thanks-

given him the damned cans.

Yeah, when a man relies on

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