Well, school is out and Z is out of a job. I fired him.
I offered him the position of junior blogger. He was to write 200/250 word pieces about anything he was interested in. He sat down in front of the computer many times, but rarely came up with anything. I’ve decided to relieve him of his duty. When he wants some extra cash, he will do what all writers who want to make a living do: he’ll write for food (which to him means Twizzlers and Starburst).
OK, fired sounds harsh. Let’s just say he’s taking a leave of absence. Have a great summer, Z!