Thursday

(street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and mother In the kitchen) Mother: eh, back so soon? you know, don't you have a decent pair of pants You can put on? you look like a...a pig walking in the street! your hands, Your face-filthy! you disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house! You repulse me. I want to throw up! (phone rings) goddamn kids! (door opens and closes) Mother: right! slam the door again on me! you know, you're just like your Father! (voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding) Boss: yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...hello? hello? pick up the phone! where The f**k are you? what's the matter, you just decided not to come to work Today? what the f**k is wrong with you? ya f**kin' lowlife! hey, you know What? don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and Your shit. that's it, you're fired. you understand me? fired. don't come Back here, f**k you, and goodbye. (silence on machine; sound of cigarette Lighter; beep) Mrs. glicker: hello, this is mrs. glicker. I'm calling to reach you about, To let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because You are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. be In my office on monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this Matter further. thank you. bye. (phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off Machine)