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[Jun. 20th, 2009|02:41 pm] |
Ok, I survived. Got home about an hour ago from the last work shift. I was covered in mud and sore as hell- a lot of work involved coiling 4/0 cables that have been sitting in mud the past 3 days. 4/0 is heavy shit, weighs maybe a pound a foot, and these were 100' lengths. Oh, and they don't like to coil properly- you have to wrestle with them.
Then there was the fun part of taking cables down from the tent while the tent company was breaking down the tent. After they nearly knocked the guy I was working with off his ladder and then yanked a huge piece of vinyl sheeting from right in front of our faces, I went to their manager and asked him- very politely- to have his guys be a bit more careful. This guy really didn't seem to give a flying fuck. Nobody in his fucking crew spoke English and I'm guessing that if an INS truck showed up, they would have scattered for the woods. Which I don't care about, but the safety part- that's my fucking livelihood and if I get hurt on the job, I'm beyond screwed.
But I made it home in one piece, have showered, shaved, and eaten, and now it is time to head down to my brother and sister-in-law's place for my niece's graduation party. There will be beer there- oh yes there will- and there's a chair with my name on it. |
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