Just as I suspected.
Those boys came in late this morning, as hungover as could be. Pale skin and eyes sunken in, looking half-dead. Half of them didn’t even show, much to the Archbishop's frustration.
"Kids these days," she remarked with a pronounced sigh. "They simply have no work ethic."
I don't know about that, per se. But at the very least, they really ought to learn to hold their liquor.
Maybe it's good I'm long past that age. The positives of hitting the bottle have long since outweighed the negatives for my time-riddled body.
The boys who managed to show up, Zandes included, remained dead silent throughout the day. Which was nothing if not good for work, mind you. But the funny thing was... they were real jumpy too.
Maybe it's because he sits right next to me, but Zandes seemed to have it the worst out of all of them. I scooted my chair a bit too harshly across the floor in the afternoon and I swear he nearly shot up through the roof at the sound of it. A portion of my frustration left my body as I heard his panicked scream.
"Try and sober up," I snapped out, the words dripping like venom.
But Zandes didn't respond. He wouldn't even nod.
I hate to sound like the Archbishop, but she's right! Kids these days. I really don’t know where their minds are at anymore. My daughters included. Truthfully, I don't know how I'd react if either of them came home in such a state. Miseri especially.
I guess it's all just a part of growing up, but still...