The rest of the day is pretty boring and he feels a bit stuck in a rut, though. Working, taking a bath to get rid of all that sweat and leafs stuck to his body, skilling (he does want to get rid of that job one day, remember?) and heading to bed early because gardening all day is freaking exhausting. And all that for a meagre salary…

Jesus Christ, my Middleground posts are pretty depressive.

In the evening, Joe visits again. The evening is nice and all, but Joe again refuses to stay the night. Christy feels ambivalent about it… it’s probably just because he has to get up early in the morning, right?

In case you wondered, she didn’t stay the night. Still, Joe is somewhat content. He managed to get over Sandy pretty quick and his job perspectives may look bleak, but he is a real skipjack: he may tumble, but he’ll never be knocked down.

After a long day of trimming hedges, weeding and filling in holes (Remington didn’t lie when he said they were ‘desperate’ for a gardener), Joe comes home dirty and exhausted. After fixing himself, he invites someone over to keep him company.

That evening, Joe calls his friend Remington to vent his anger over his current economic situation. This new paper stand was only meant to be a short time solution until he got back on his feet, but not only is he now stranded without a job in the goddamn middle of nowhere, but he can’t even afford to move back into the city due to recent rent increases.

Remington has a solution: one of the families he cleans for is in dire need of a gardener. Joe isn’t thrilled. He certainly didn’t go to college to water some rich guys plants, but beggars can’t be choosers, he guesses. It’ll only be temporary, right?