The computer lab was tucked in the basement of Student Administration. The Office of Financial Aid needed us nearby so they could peak in at anytime, but at the same time they didn't want the public eye to be able to see what was on our screens. For obvious reasons privacy was a primary issue when dealing with someone's financial aid package. Apparently it was such a big issue that the university barely got the experimental phone bank idea approved by the greater university administration. 

"I bet they schmoozed them."

"What?"

"They told lies. That's for sure. Probably said this place was guarded with security guard in bullet proof vests. Stuff like that."

"You really think so?"

"Hell yeah!"

Angela was the only coworker older than me. In fact she was retired. 

A few years ago she had retired from The Office of Financial Aid, this same office that she was now back working for in a dingy computer lab alongside myself and a bunch of college students. When I asked her what got her out of retirement she said, "I knew it was going to be an easy job. Why not take easy money, when it come, that's what I say." 

The job was easy money. Not big money, but easy for sure. As long as you could wake up early enough you might as well have come here and gotten paid to surf the internet rather than at home in your underwear. But I also get that a lot of people would rather sleep in and eat cereal in their PJs. I guess that was me before this job. It's kind of amazing how much one thing like that can change you. Getting a job, and all the sudden I was someone presentable. Not a total fuckup who was about to be homeless. 

No. I was smooth sailing now. Getting paid to read all day, and yeah I guess I wished my coworkers were more the intelligent type. People I could have interesting discussions with rather than the kind of crowd you find at your local bar or a 

Cracker Barrel

. But then again we all got along so who am I to complain.