Being fired on the first day of the job was a new experience for me. ln fact being fired at all was new to me. And still is. l have quit a gang of positions, mostly to accept another one or to give myself a sabbatical, but was never fired again. Not to say that l didn't deserve that firing; despite the working conditions, once l had
agreed to do the work, Fred had a right to expect it to be done, at least well enough that no equipment was ruined in the course off the work. While l felt bad
about Fred's loss l didn't have the resources to pay for my mistake. On top of that
l needed to find another job and l had no connections in Reno and no idea what type of work l should look for.
That nite, when l counted the remains of the walkin-around money Mom had slipped me as she and Dad left Reno to return home, it was apparent that l'd have to give up my nightly visits to Reno's cabarets AND find another job post
haste. Thinking of the cabarets though, l remembered the two older guys l'd met
at the Golden Hotel on my first nite in Reno. After we'd seen both shows at that
place one of them suggested that we check out Harold's Club and the Mapes Hotel. Those three places, they said, currently had the best shows in town at that time, and usually did have.
l got to thinking about the fun the three of us had had that nite and realized that
l did have connections in Reno! l might very well find a job thru one of them. lt
shouldn't be difficult to find them at one of their favorite places. After dinner, l watched TV for a couple of hours, then walked to downtown Reno and found my
new friends at my first stop, in the middle of Rowan & Martin's act. l was glad that they seemed glad to see me. After R&M's first show, it was decided to walk to the Mint Lounge to catch Rodney Dangerfield. On the way l broached the subject of my recently having become unemployed.
l swear to all that's Wholly, sometimes l think some imperceptible force moves obstacles out of my path and replaces them with opportunities. check it out:
On the day before: Not ever having been late for work before, l show up for my part-time job maintaining delivery trucks for a landscape nursery TWO HOURS
LATE and very hung-over. l manage to complete oil changes and grease jobs on four trucks but,somehow neglect to replace the crankcase plug in one of the engines. The truck bearing that engine was less than five miles from the nursery when all of the moving parts in it became one. The next day, my start time was in the afternoon and l was looking forward (in the morning) to being on time but Fred saved me the trip and phoned me with the news of my dismissal. So, by the time l'd reached Downtown Reno that evening l was ready for some good news. l can't remember either of those new friends now.Let's
call them Ted and Ben. When they heard of my need of a job, Ted said he was sure he could help me, and asked me what kind of work l had done. l went thru my whole list of occupations, from my first job in Dad's cafe, washing dishes
thru my job with the National Guard/ROTC
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