Johnny squatted by the roadside, smoking a cigarette, a broom lying beside him, his eyes revealing a weary understanding of life.
Since Lance had broken his arm in front of everyone, he had become much more docile at the docks.
It wasn't that he didn't want to change jobs, but there really wasn't a suitable place for him.
The industrial area recruited fewer workers than in previous years, the jobs weren't very good, the wages were low, and they mostly needed workers with some understanding of the job.
For someone like Johnny who was clueless, the first month would be without pay—the factory would use "job adaptation" as a reason to make them learn the assembly line or the workflow in the factory.
Only when the workers mastered their job responsibilities would they hire you.
Before that, most people were there to learn how to work.
If you were unlucky and always failed to learn, the factory might ask you to leave, as they wouldn't employ a fool to slow down their progress.
