Jobs Like That
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You've experienced the military and had a gut full. You tried being a cop for awhile, but it just wasn't the same.
Finally you opted to drop out, work a mindless, physical job on the docks for awhile.
Then there's an incident, and it reminds you who and what you are. Maybe you're only suited for "jobs like that."
Maybe the waitress in the local bar is too.
Harvey Stanbrough
Harvey Stanbrough is an award-winning writer and poet. He’s fond of saying he was born in New Mexico, seasoned in Texas, and baked in Arizona. After 21 years in the US Marine Corps, he managed to sneak up on a BA degree at Eastern New Mexico University in Portales in 1996. Because he is unable to do otherwise, he splits his writing personality among four personas: Gervasio Arrancado writes magic realism; Nicolas Z “Nick” Porter writes spare, descriptive, Hemingway-style fiction; and Eric Stringer writes the fiction of an unapologetic neurotic. Harvey writes whatever they leave to him. You can see their full bios at HEStanbrough.com.
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Jobs Like That - Harvey Stanbrough
Jobs Like That
Harvey Stanbrough
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Jobs Like That
We were all hot and tired and dirty anyway from pulling sea boats into the wharfs down at the dock and tying them up taut to the pilings.
The wind was picking up all day, landward, and the forecast looked to be rough. So that just made a lot of extra work for all of us because the bosses don’t want the boats to break on the pilings down there.
And we tied them up tight. Even if the boats slap too hard and don’t break it could cause cracks you might not see. And then those cracks might break later, maybe even while you were out.
And then broken boats meant less work for us, and less work meant Old Man Morgan would let some of us go. So it all made sense that way.
So we were extra hot and extra tired. Our muscles were knotted on our arms and chests with little streams of dirt and sweat running down. Our dungarees were wet from the waist down. So all of that was the reason for the general mood, I guess.
We’d been waiting more than two hours for our pay while Old Man Morgan sold the day’s catch at his pier-side table. We were paid by the hour, but not for the time we waited.
We listened to feet shuffling past outside as the women and old men came to buy their supper, and we could tell when the crowd was dwindling. We were hoping the old man wouldn’t come up with something else for us to do before he let us go.
Most of us, me included, were squatting down on our haunches in the crew shack, our backs along the walls. A few of the guy were standing, mostly in corners, mostly talking or laughing quietly as they shifted their weight from one foot to another.
I was in my favorite spot, directly across the room from the door. I was watching the latch, waiting for it to flip up and the door to open. The board creaked behind me as I leaned back against it. If I leaned back just hard enough, a little breeze passed through and cooled the back of my neck.
That was how we waited.
Soon the old man would come in like he did every day.
He’d huff and park his fat butt in the only chair in the room at the only table in the room. None of us would take that chair.
Then he’d heft his little cash box up on the table like it weighed a million pounds and he’d huff again, like paying us was the only part of the day he regretted.
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But us being hot and tired didn’t have anything to do with the incident itself. Other than just our general mood. But I know specifically what caused the incident itself. Harlan Jameson popped off about Mary Jo McWherter not being a virgin anymore. That’s what did it.
Well, it was either that or the smirk that stretched across his face as he said it.
The woman was in her late twenties and had been married before. Of course she wasn’t a virgin. But she was a sweet woman, a very nice woman, and she didn’t deserve scum like Jameson to be popping off like that.
I guess it got to the other guys too. A couple of them gave him sideways glances and a few others shook their heads like they couldn’t quite believe he was that crass.
But it got into me deep for some reason. It got me right up off my haunches.
My dungarees chafed quick on the front of my thighs and everything after that was a blur. It was only a second before I was on him.
I caught him pretty good, I guess.
I saw my right thumb curled against my index finger and a profile of my knuckles with the side of his head just the other side of it and there was a jarring that ran up to my elbow. Then we went down and I flipped off the other side of him.
There was a roaring of voices in the background and he landed on me.
Someone grunted and we rolled around for a little bit. There wasn’t room to swing at all but my fingers on one hand closed around the edge of his shirt and the other grabbed flesh. I felt the sharp edge of a broken button against the inside of my index finger.
Then all I saw was wall, floor, boots and muddy dock shoes, ceiling, wall, and a corner with a little outside light shining through. The air tasted like salt, but I don’t know if that was sweat or the sea air coming through that crack.
Then something flashed, and somehow I knew it was metal. Somehow I knew it was a knife, maybe because I’d heard he carried a big Buck knife folded in his pocket.
I hadn’t thought anything about that before, but I don’t know that it would’ve made any difference whatsoever. I was that mad.
Anyway,