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Today was my first day of having jobs.
My first one consists of mowing lawns, pulling weeds, and "whacking" weeds. Today all I did was take weeds out of a big 50 yard mound of dirt with trees and stuff planted in it, and I succeeded in making it look really really pretty. However, I was somewhat T.'d-O. That my guy went from "we're not gonna worry about the little stuff" to "ya gotta get these tiny little grass guys too." They were literally seedlings of grass blades and I had to get each one out individually, and there were some pretty thick patches. I am getting paid $8.50 an hour.
Like 4 or 5 times this summer or maybe more, I will get to do what I did later today which was this: I pretend to be a dying person who is going through some sort of trauma, usually resulting in cardiac arrest. It is so n00bs trying to become medics can take a test with a live patient. It is pretty fun and dramatic and I get 40 dollars each time.
Russell and Tessa thank you for stopping by, it was right as I was thinking "I'm bored, I wish someone I know would come to the park."