I'm now going to see if I can't get something to eat... and find my adaptor plug so I can charge my laptop and watch CSI Miami like I have begun to do and almost through the first season now... great...
Why is it that time stands still when on a shyt detail?
It get’s tricky, because, yes, you can transfer yer mind to a better place, but shyt jobs are the ones that require just enough attention to detail that you lose concentration of transcendental mind travels….sometimes referred to as daydreaming, or head-in-ass syndrome.
And, yer boss is a half witted mouth breathing troglodyte that just loves to make you look like wunna his relatives.
Had a step and fetch it job down south.
Seems folks from certain parts of, say, Oklahoma, insert a couple dozen marbles in their mouth before conversing.
‘Hey, bowa, git dat toemotah an fetchit ovuh heeah.’
‘TOE-MOTAH!’ pointing to the forklift, and mumbling something about dumbass yankees.
The forklift was manufactured by a company called Tow Motor, of which was emblazoned in huge letters on the back.....OK, he got me.
And the gentleman kept calling me Oscar, so after a couple hours of that, I sauntered over during first break, gently picked his ass off the picnic bench, and with both fists, ran him about 10 feet, tenderly shoving him up against the wall.....lifting him off the floor.
Turns out, one can be quite clear, even when talking through clenched teeth, if one's faces are an inch or two from each other.
‘My name is not Oscar, and if you call me that one more time, I’m gonna shove my right steel toe so far up yer ass you’ll be snacking on my heel….get it???!!’
‘But, son, ah thought that wus yer name on yer jacket there!’
I’d borrowed a jacket…..from Oscar I s’pose.
So, I let him back down, straightened his shirt, put his cap back on, and dusted him off as he tucked everything back in.
But, hey, he didn’t ever give me any more ‘you a yankee’ shyt.
So it all worked out, and I fetched the toemotah, wherever/whenever he wanted.
Yeah, you gotta pay yer dues, but you gotta stand yer ground too…..it’s a fine line.