Well, I made it through the first four days of work and everyone is happy I'm there and picking up on the complexities of the job. It certainly isn't an easy job, not complicated, just lots of responsibilty. I guess the biggest boo-boo is putting the wrong trailers in a set and the driver not checking his load. Don't even want to go there.

So, I went in this afternoon to tell the boss I wanted to keep doing what I'm doing. He wasn't there, but the day dispatcher said she'd heard I was doing great. I told her what I wanted and she said she'd email the boss and let him know I want to stay on the hostler schedule. She said it was almost certain that would happen.

So, I'm off the road, maybe for good. I am not disappointed.

I am, though, getting depressed. I'm sliding down.

I'll keep on keeping on because that's just me, but the overwhelming pressure will gradually squish me down in an unfeeling hole. When I feel that it can't get any worse, it will because I'll bounce off the bottom and head back up to the next peak. Up. Down. Up. Down. Over and over. Over and over.

I'm working on Chapter 20 of The Pastel Cowboy. We've jumped six months in the future. Zach is on his way to his final test. It is assured he will fail, the only question is whether he will die in the process. He's never died before, but there's always a first time for everything, right?

He's headed for a BDSM chamber of horrors and the Master wants his life. The Master has killed before. He gets off on his victims screaming for their lives while their life essence oozes from the many wounds he's inflicted on their young bodies. But, I can't write that. I can't get too detailed. Most of what happens has to occur off camera.

So, what happens?

Haven't decided.

It'll probably occur between chapters. Zach will go to slaughter at the end of Chapter 20 with the innocence of a lamb. He'll probably not know the danger he's in. He'll . . . .

Haven't decided.

Then in Chapter 21, well, what happens? Either he's dead and the POV switches to someone else. Or, he comes out of hell, how? With the realization he's still a fool?

Haven't decided.

Well, I've got two more nights and part of a day before I go back to work, so I should find out soon, right?