The Duality of Today
Alright, ladies and gents. I've come to far with the whole updating my livejournal thing, to quit now. So, the next installment now begins.
First, the not so cool of the day:
I have to go do some work for this guy, he already paid me 250 bucks to mow and string trim. So, I give myself a complex trying to get the trailer on the truck and get everything loaded nice and early. I'm at his place around 8, so far so good. Until I look around and see exactly what has to be done. There's at least 5 hours of string trimming that needs done (using a weed-eater happens to rank right up there with going to the mall, on my list of unpleasant things to do). I seriously under-bid myself on this job, but what the fuck am I gonna do? I already took the guy's money. So, I do like 4 hours worth of string trimming and finally decide that I need to sit down... so, I hop on the mower and start to mow the lawn. I get most of it done, and then with about 1/4 of an acre left, the fucking belt burns out on the mowing deck. Never wanting to ever go back to this place again, I decided to just string-trim the frickin lawn, it comes out alright. I put the mower on the trailer, which has outdated registration (I'll get to that part, later). Grab the new heavy duty John Deere string trimmer I just got, and have at the rest of the stuff that needs trimmed. About 5 minutes into my last hour, I run out of string... at this point in time, I'm looking for the nearest handgun so I can shoot my equipment and then put myself out of my misery. Needless to say, I need to go back tomorrow afternoon (after I chauffer a guy to Oneonta and back) and that's going to suck.
So, heading back from this royal fuck-up of a damn job... Yeah, ya'll guessed it. I have my once-a-week encounter with a state trooper. The last damn thing I want to deal with. He says, "Did ya know that you have NO lights on your trailer and that the registration has been lapsed for 2 years?"
"No, sir." I says, "I'm just borrowing this trailer from a friend for the day, I don't even know about trailer registrations in NY." All this, while I dig around in my wallet for my Florida driver's license.
Anyway, the guy says, "Alright... make sure you tell your friend to get the registration up to date on this thing before he lends it to anybody else. Hey, by the way... where is Marco Island? I was born in Florida"
"South West, Gulf Coast, sir, Collier County."
"I guess I'm from up near Jacksonville. You have a good day now."
Right afterwards; Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy comes on XM Nashville... and I've had the damn song stuck in my head for the past 8 hours.
And, the other lawn that I need to mow now sits un-done due to Tractor malfunction.
Alright, now for the not so bad things for today:
I got to thinking that I like to work. It's kind of liberating, it sure as hell isn't fun... but after looking back at what you've accomplished it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Too bad I blew all the money the guy paid me, like a month ago, or I'd go buy some beer or something.
I smoke less when I'm doing something productive, so I think I'm gonna quit smoking; it'll give me motivation to do something.... or maybe the other way around.
I get home, grab myself a damn O'Doul's (it smells like wet dog, and tastes very much like you'd expect that particular odor to taste) but my dad's on the wagon... so it's what we've got. Sit down, and watch some news... I'm feelin good.
My dad gets back with my Audi, and he had (unknown to me) gone to Sears today and had tires put on the damn thing. So, I decided to go for a ride.... Damn, I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have traction. It's very scary to think about what I was doing with that thing and bald tires, for so long.
I knew of a couple of roads, that had just been paved... so I took about an hour's spirited drive through the Deleware county backroads. It was a dream. Had some good country goin, saw a lot of wildlife, very few people and a lot of great scenery. Beautiful... it was a great case for sticking around these parts.
If you actually made it through the entirety of this thing, you must post a comment... so I know you're reading my damn journal.
Until Next Time, Boys and Girls.
First, the not so cool of the day:
I have to go do some work for this guy, he already paid me 250 bucks to mow and string trim. So, I give myself a complex trying to get the trailer on the truck and get everything loaded nice and early. I'm at his place around 8, so far so good. Until I look around and see exactly what has to be done. There's at least 5 hours of string trimming that needs done (using a weed-eater happens to rank right up there with going to the mall, on my list of unpleasant things to do). I seriously under-bid myself on this job, but what the fuck am I gonna do? I already took the guy's money. So, I do like 4 hours worth of string trimming and finally decide that I need to sit down... so, I hop on the mower and start to mow the lawn. I get most of it done, and then with about 1/4 of an acre left, the fucking belt burns out on the mowing deck. Never wanting to ever go back to this place again, I decided to just string-trim the frickin lawn, it comes out alright. I put the mower on the trailer, which has outdated registration (I'll get to that part, later). Grab the new heavy duty John Deere string trimmer I just got, and have at the rest of the stuff that needs trimmed. About 5 minutes into my last hour, I run out of string... at this point in time, I'm looking for the nearest handgun so I can shoot my equipment and then put myself out of my misery. Needless to say, I need to go back tomorrow afternoon (after I chauffer a guy to Oneonta and back) and that's going to suck.
So, heading back from this royal fuck-up of a damn job... Yeah, ya'll guessed it. I have my once-a-week encounter with a state trooper. The last damn thing I want to deal with. He says, "Did ya know that you have NO lights on your trailer and that the registration has been lapsed for 2 years?"
"No, sir." I says, "I'm just borrowing this trailer from a friend for the day, I don't even know about trailer registrations in NY." All this, while I dig around in my wallet for my Florida driver's license.
Anyway, the guy says, "Alright... make sure you tell your friend to get the registration up to date on this thing before he lends it to anybody else. Hey, by the way... where is Marco Island? I was born in Florida"
"South West, Gulf Coast, sir, Collier County."
"I guess I'm from up near Jacksonville. You have a good day now."
Right afterwards; Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy comes on XM Nashville... and I've had the damn song stuck in my head for the past 8 hours.
And, the other lawn that I need to mow now sits un-done due to Tractor malfunction.
Alright, now for the not so bad things for today:
I got to thinking that I like to work. It's kind of liberating, it sure as hell isn't fun... but after looking back at what you've accomplished it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Too bad I blew all the money the guy paid me, like a month ago, or I'd go buy some beer or something.
I smoke less when I'm doing something productive, so I think I'm gonna quit smoking; it'll give me motivation to do something.... or maybe the other way around.
I get home, grab myself a damn O'Doul's (it smells like wet dog, and tastes very much like you'd expect that particular odor to taste) but my dad's on the wagon... so it's what we've got. Sit down, and watch some news... I'm feelin good.
My dad gets back with my Audi, and he had (unknown to me) gone to Sears today and had tires put on the damn thing. So, I decided to go for a ride.... Damn, I've almost forgotten what it feels like to have traction. It's very scary to think about what I was doing with that thing and bald tires, for so long.
I knew of a couple of roads, that had just been paved... so I took about an hour's spirited drive through the Deleware county backroads. It was a dream. Had some good country goin, saw a lot of wildlife, very few people and a lot of great scenery. Beautiful... it was a great case for sticking around these parts.
If you actually made it through the entirety of this thing, you must post a comment... so I know you're reading my damn journal.
Until Next Time, Boys and Girls.