Pissing down rain

TeeAhr1's picture

I'm awake for no reason, we're not working today. Horseshit weather, went from 70 yesterday to 35 and rainy today. I love Minnesota, you get all the seasons. In any given week.

This new job is something else, man. Working concrete this summer, it's a trip. I haven't done anything that could be called manual labor since I worked on the farm when I was just a little shit. I was not prepared. I've been working with these guys for a week and a half now, and it's like boot camp. Gonna be all I can be with the goddamn construction company. It'll be great if I can stick with it, though, I'm very much looking foreward to being tan, ripped, and rolling in money. But in the interim, I feel like death warmed over. The boss knows I'm having a tough time of it (be hard not to notice my scrawny 130 pound ass huffing and puffing all day), and he tries really hard to give me shit I can handle, but it's still the hardest I've ever worked in my life. I've even got a sunburn, which speaks volumes. I'm a quarter Apache, I don't burn. Last time (and only time) that happened was Woodstock '99, and that was three straight days of 95 degrees and sun.

So yeah, I'm being a pussy about it. But I also know that I can make it through the first month without quitting, it'll be worth it. The money is really only part of my compensation, dig. It's like having a free health club membership, without the pool or the fat old women. Besides, like the boss said yesterday, if it was easy, women and children would do it *g*. And it is a really cool thing to do for a living, there's a tremendous amount of pride looking at my first floor pour at the end of the day, and seeing what started as a 360 yard square hole in the ground turning into a foundation for a building. The guys I work with are fucking awesome, you can tell they've been working together for years, just the way they go about their business. Like watching a really good baseball team, they don't even really have to look at each other to know what the other guys are doing. We joke around a lot, have a lot of fun (when you spend 10 hours a day busting your balls next to any six people, you have to be able to have fun or you kill each other), I hear horrible jokes all day. What's relative humidity? When the sweat off your nuts drips down your sister-in-law's leg.

TeeAhr1. And listen to my gums flap.

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JB's picture

Machismo Machine

Sound slike you ahve found yoruself in the middle of a full blown machismo machine. Do you co-workers know of your affinity for the cock? or are you closeted?

MY last namual labour job was in 1997. I wa sworking for my uncles company de-shingleing a roof and then re-shingleing it. it was 36C heat in the middle of subrubia. my job was to collect the ripped up shingles form teh ground arund the house. this was no small house lemme tell you that. and by the end of the second day, my arms had tar drops all over them, and to get it offf, i dam near ripped out half the hair on my arms!

Never again. Now my hands are prestine and soft. *Alomst* Virgin soft.

JB
Vice President and Drug Tzar of The Movement To Free Ommpa loompa Land From The Tyrannical Rule Of The Evil Capitalsitic Despot Willy Wonka And Associates

Tiki's picture

leaping madly onto the 'jb's typo brigade' bandwagon.

i slike sworking at namual labour...alomst.

Dreaming of the Blue Hawaiian Diner...

JB's picture

Tiki?

Tiki! You dare mock me?!
INSOLENCE!