As of yet, there has been no message from the people who interviewed me about the oil spill cleanup job.
Last night, at Serda's Coffee, a guy told me not to go on the job because there were carcinogens and poison vapors, and it is not worth 11 bucks per hour, acording to him.
Now, I go to the coin shop, which is a 3 mile walk, to trade in my 1944 Mercury Dime, in extra fine condition. Sombody threw it in my case, probably thinking that it was a foreign coin, and worthless. They may have thought that they were mocking me in that way. I am expecting to get $2.50 for the dime.
I want to go to Starbucks, which is also up that way...