The Bloody Doors Off

So today I had a meeting with the boss. Because of the dearth of work right now, my contract has gone from being a utility player to a pinch hitter, called off the bench when needed. They, as am I, are hoping we can turn things around and get everyone to use my services and bump me back up to an everyday player.

And yes, my contract does say “as needed” when it comes to hours. We just all assumed, at this point, it would be more feast than famine. They are NOT letting me go; but I am free to take on other work in the meantime.

I understand where they are coming from, and we’ve already taken steps to try and up my caché.

I was fine until this evening. It hit me tonight. As I told Marlo, I want to support my family. And I worry I can’t.

To continue the metaphor, I’m not sure if I should be swinging for the fences or be content with hitting the odd single, or taking a base on balls.

But I certainly hate striking out.