I had put on many pounds of muscle. I had sweated off many pounds of water. I had needed to eat a lot to have enough energy to throw tires for a living.
Then I got laid off. No job. Just the grocery bills.
I tried to wait it out. My boss said there was some small chance we would get called back into work. So I didn't go job hunting right away. This was the job I had fixed on. MY job. But a week, two weeks went by. No call from my boss. Me and my roommate unemployed with bills still continuing to come. I needed to slam everything into reverse. Take off all the muscle. Get my stomach acids used to processing almost no food. Get back to living on under $5 a day in food ASAP.
That doesn't feel too good. It makes your body feel pretty crappy, switching gears that radically. But it was what I had to do, and so I did it. I was on my third day, and then my boss calls me and says can you come in to work right now?
Lemme tell you. That day was the crappiest I ever did at work. I was seeing stars. I was crashing the palette jack into everything. Worse yet, I had to load the truck right next to the truck my boss was loading. He must have thought I was on some serious drugs. I was so malnourished I could barely pick up a tire let alone throw it anywhere. I had managed to work my way up to the point where I could throw a truck in about 3.5 hours and then throw a second truck in about 4.5 hours. That day I was back to it taking me 7 hours to load a truck.
I did get to pick up a paycheck that had been sitting there at work though. (The one that my boss had said he would mail to me two different times but was still sitting there.) I was going to take that check and get myself some food right away and try to use the force to get called in to work again. Just get myself one more chance, and make the most of it.
That worked. Two days later I got called in to work on a Sunday. I was rested, nourished, hydrated, and I managed to throw two and a half trucks for the first time ever. It took me 11 hours to do it, but my boss was impressed. The tire plant had gotten past it's rubber problems and was now going to be back up to capacity. My boss told me to just start coming in every day again.
So, I had my job back.
In other news, I had so wanted to go to Massachusetts for Heather's birthday. Let her know how special she is. The train wreck that crashed through my finances laid that plan to rest. In all honesty, I wouldn't have been able to afford to go even if I hadn't been laid off, but definitely with the lay off and stuff.
For Heather's birthday I ended up drawing my people from the Relations world for her. It was the very first Relations picture I had drawn since the last chapter cover of the first book. I needed to gear up to draw a boatload of pictures so that was the picture I used to prime the pump. It came out really really well. I sent it instead of myself. There is a whole plannet full of people that is letting Heather down every day, and as her birthday passed and I couldn't be there with her I felt like just abother of the six billion humans not living up to what she needs. We talked on the phone a lot more that week. That was the best we could do.