Scott Valence, Part 3, Advancement

Today, I woke up extra early to be on time for my first day of work. I put on my uniform and set out toward my new job site. Pride rushed through me as i strode down the sidewalk. I was beginning to change and I could feel it. Before my revelation, I thought about drugs almost constantly. Now, they very seldom cross my mind and when they do, I am reminded of the horrors they cause. 1

My new job place came into view and I almost began to skip because of the extreme pleaure I now had in myself. I beamed happiness over all places I went. I opened the door of the shop only to see a sight nearly identical to that of the previous day. Mr. Jameson sat at the counter, reading his newspaper with reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. This time, he looked up.2

"Good morning Scott," he started,"we've got a lot to do today. Take a seat." His wrinkled hand patted the seat that sat at his right. 3

"Good morning," I answered cheerfully,"what have we got to do today?"4

"Talk," he answered me. I was puzzled. How was talking a lot of work? I accepted his invitation to the seat and we began talking. I can't remember the exact words of the conversation, but I can assure you I got the message. He wanted me to come to church with him Sunday. 5

"I don't think I would be comfortable," I answered.6

"Just try it once Scott. I'll take you to lunch afterward."7

"Fine. What time?" I gave in. After the details were laid out, he told me to have a nice Saturday and said he'd see me Sunday.8

"But quitting time is three hours away,"I answered stunned. With a chuckle, he assured me that we would get no buisness anyhow. I smiled to him and bid farewell. I wonder what Saturday will bring.