The Summer Job - 14. Thursday

The next morning, Phillip, Mikie and Randy got up a little early and were much better rested with an extra hour or two of sleep. During their showers and preparations for the day, Mikie and Randy wheedled for gossip about Andy’s visit. As curious as they were, all Phillip would say is that Mikie would have lost his bet. After a stop by McDonald's for breakfast, they arrived at the Y an hour early. As Phillip had the keys, he opened up, entered and locked up behind him.

Mr. Campbell was already there with a few of the staff preparing to open and he motioned Phillip to come to his office and asked, “Are these the two guys you want to hire?”

Mikie and Randy both nearly fainted when they heard Phillip say, “Yeah. I brought them in early with me, so they could follow me around and see what we have to get done. They are a little stunned since I wasn’t sure that would work out and, didn’t tell them. What do you say guys? You want to work with me?”

Mr. Campbell said, “I can only give you twenty-four paid hours a week but, you’re here most of the time anyway.”

Getting much coherent out of them wasn’t going to happen for a while.

Phillip had Mikie and Randy follow him on the morning routine: garbage cans, locker rooms, weight rooms, basketball courts, sauna, steam room, whirlpool and, racquetball courts. Next he walked them around to the barn where the outside gear was stored like the mowers, weed eaters, leaf blowers and hand tools.

Then they walked the baseball field, soccer fields, track and tennis courts. The Y had another guy, an adult named Hollis, that took care of the grounds but, they could be called on in a pinch if needed.

As they walked the sprawling grounds, Phillip told them about the mystery of the weed smoking Jizz Olympians. They both laughed their ass off and Mikie asked, “What about weed Phillip? Where do you stand on that?”

Phillip said, “I’ve tried. It’s OK, but it’s a lot more trouble than its worth. First, it’s illegal. The part that really makes me nervous is it affects people so differently, I’m really cautious about it. Some people smoke it, and you wouldn’t know unless they told you they were high. Some people smoke it and they get some combination of silly, stupid, horny, sleepy, paranoid and/or hungry. How about you guys?”

Randy said, “It is all over the apartments I live in. It’s the tame stuff people don’t get murdered over. I can take it or leave it. It’s good for boredom but since I’ve got friends now, I’m not bored. What about you Mikie?”

Mikie giggled and said, “To tell the truth I kind of like it. I was real fucking high the day I met Phillip. I smoked out with Timmy Gray and Billy Jackson before practice. Swimming was hell in my Speedo because everything made me bone up. Phillip saved me when he flipped me that towel.”

Phillip said, “This is the rule about anything that might be construed as drugs at my house: never, ever have anything stronger than weed. Alcohol is OK unless you’re stupid about it. If you have any weed, let me know. I won’t throw you out but, I insist you be discrete. Do you know who smokes weed in our group?”

Mikie said, “Me sometimes but, not very often. Cool? ”

Phillip nodded.

Randy said, “I’m about the same. I think Bryan said something about it Tuesday night. If you need any, I know people at the apartment complex that can hook you up and won’t murder you.”

“Like I said”, Phillip reiterated, “In my humble opinion, it’s more trouble than its worth. If you guys bring a joint, there’s a discrete place we could smoke out before bed. Just warn me. Cool?”

The trio bumped knuckles and went back inside.

Phillip returned to his office. He was charged with keeping track of Mikie and Randy’s hours so 7:00 to 8:00 he wrote up as orientation. They joined their swimming teammates for the practice that ran 8:00 to 10:00.