Saturday, October 15, 2005
10:40 PM
I am so damned sore. And with good reason. The story is as such:
I get up at five on Friday morning after four hours sleep, get in the shower and get some breakfast and coffee into me. I like to get up a bit earlier than I need to so I can have a slow breakfast, get some coffee, take things easy. Walked to the train station and got to work.
'Work' was the yard of a supermarket. There was a 10 foot pile of trash in one corner with a skip next to it, a border of grass and no boss around. I went in, had a cup of coffee and sat talking to Alastair. The boss turned up out front and sets up putting things in the skip. We do that for a few hours until nearly everything's in there.
Then boss turns up again in a few hours and takes Alastair away to do another job, leaving me there on my own to finish off putting things in the skip, and to whippersnip the borders. Never used a whippersnipper before but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.
I had lunch at about one, so that was five hours in. For some reason I thought it was only three. Things weren't going too well, I couldn't do the borders because there were cars parked in the way. Every time a car moved I'd put on the heavy saftey gear, pick up the whippersnipper and the sun would come out. Fuckin annoying. I had trouble seeing when I had the goggles on because my sweat was sticking to the insides.
But yeah, lunch wiped me out. I'd stopped and I started feeling all the aches I'd built up over the day. When I went back out it was slowly and I was uncertain what I should be doing. There really wasn't a full days work there but I felt like I should be doing something. I dug around in the borders picking up all kinds of trash, including a dead rat and some rotten fruit.
When the boss got back to sign me off it was only 3 but I was fucked. Well and truely rooted, but it did feel good. It felt like I'd been doing something. My arms, legs and back ached but when the boss asked if I'd had fun I told him yes. It really had been at times. Like when I figured out how to use the hacksaw, or when I was trying to get some grass done so one of the customers could park.
The Place Settings job won't be quite as hard on my poor old muscles as that was, but I guess if I was doing that sort of thing every day I'd soon get used to it.
I get up at five on Friday morning after four hours sleep, get in the shower and get some breakfast and coffee into me. I like to get up a bit earlier than I need to so I can have a slow breakfast, get some coffee, take things easy. Walked to the train station and got to work.
'Work' was the yard of a supermarket. There was a 10 foot pile of trash in one corner with a skip next to it, a border of grass and no boss around. I went in, had a cup of coffee and sat talking to Alastair. The boss turned up out front and sets up putting things in the skip. We do that for a few hours until nearly everything's in there.
Then boss turns up again in a few hours and takes Alastair away to do another job, leaving me there on my own to finish off putting things in the skip, and to whippersnip the borders. Never used a whippersnipper before but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.
I had lunch at about one, so that was five hours in. For some reason I thought it was only three. Things weren't going too well, I couldn't do the borders because there were cars parked in the way. Every time a car moved I'd put on the heavy saftey gear, pick up the whippersnipper and the sun would come out. Fuckin annoying. I had trouble seeing when I had the goggles on because my sweat was sticking to the insides.
But yeah, lunch wiped me out. I'd stopped and I started feeling all the aches I'd built up over the day. When I went back out it was slowly and I was uncertain what I should be doing. There really wasn't a full days work there but I felt like I should be doing something. I dug around in the borders picking up all kinds of trash, including a dead rat and some rotten fruit.
When the boss got back to sign me off it was only 3 but I was fucked. Well and truely rooted, but it did feel good. It felt like I'd been doing something. My arms, legs and back ached but when the boss asked if I'd had fun I told him yes. It really had been at times. Like when I figured out how to use the hacksaw, or when I was trying to get some grass done so one of the customers could park.
The Place Settings job won't be quite as hard on my poor old muscles as that was, but I guess if I was doing that sort of thing every day I'd soon get used to it.
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