Melvyn was my immeadiate supervisor and has been on the job since he was 34. He has worked as a cook and now was chief steward. He knows the job and the building well. When i started he had a salary and a pension. At Christmas time he had a nervous breakdown due to his boss trying to put a new guy into his position. He was institutionalized and upon his release he came to visit in his slippers. He announced he was a shaman and gave me an anti psychotic pill and we went to the casino. I lost twenty dollars and the table i was playing at kept jumping.
Back at the Shaw he was demoted, paid hourly and his pension cut off. He's fifty years old and the time and his job have sapped him of any vitality he might have had.
one fall night he came over to play cards and drink coffee. Mona and I smoked a joint and he wondered out loud about Mona's' dark hole and I wondered out loud about forming a union.
Melvyn smiled good naturedly and told me two reasons why it couldn't be done...one general apathy and two the high number of transient workers.
I told Melvyn i didn't like people and asked him to leave. i went to bed and held Mona tight through a heavy sleep.
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