The company, that hired the agency that I work for, has changed policies. Each agency employee gets a transcript of their mistakes at the end of each week now. The job is such a high-pressure job anyway, without worrying about past mistakes or future mistakes. It's completely automated and it's hard to keep up with the computer. It isn't as much fun as the first time I worked for them, because only four of the original employees came back this time, and the new group isn't nearly as much fun or upbeat. The company has also changed it's system of mailing, and my area now has the most refusals, instead of the least.
Greg junks things, furnaces, air conditioners, etc., and makes spending money that way. He only works part-time at a grocery store. He pays me promptly every Friday when he gets paid and replaces everything that he uses of mine, plus he's gone a lot, but he does no work around the house.
Steve, in comparison, only works on his own special projects, uses my materials, which I have learned to buy only when I need something, and then, only in small quantities, including cigarettes, but he will vacuum, sweep floors, do dishes, clean the kitchen and garage, and mow the lawn.
My ex-beau sent me a Sunday newspaper from his adopted city. It has more sections than I have fingers, thumbs and toes. It has six pages of help wanted ads, and many of them are jobs I could do or have done.
