Today was really bipolar
This morning I get up at 8 because I was gonna help my dad load and move the crown moulding (wood mould that joins the wall with the ceiling for the slow) from Lafayette Wood Works to his warehouse, aka "the shop". At 8:45 I meet him at LWW and then I see this stack of 120 pieces of crown moulding, they weren't stacked neatly on top of each other mind you. So this took about 1 hour and 20 minutes for me and dad to load his truck with the moulding and this took this long because we had to stack it so that nothing would fly out and believe me my dad is never in a hurry when on the job.... A fleet of japanese kamikazees could be coming over here and there wouldn't be a damn thing bothering him.
I DON'T LIKE CONSTRUCTION!!! Plus the pieces were heavy. So anyway I escorted him to the shop and he gives me a 5 to get us some gatorade cause it was hot out there!! So it takes us an hour to stack all the moulding where dad wanted it to go. Know the reason why?? 'cause I carried as much as possible to each type of moulding. Screw going back and forth getting dad just two pieces at a time making many trips. Dad was like "hehe, thanks for helping Ross, I know you wanna help me out, but I have to stack everything in the right place" I said "I know but I'm trying to get out of here so I can eat lunch and get ready for work and I can practice a little" Anyway... I'm getting paid for evertime I help dad, which is good.
Ah, good to finish with outside work.(you know yours truly hates being outside thanks to a Dr. Adam, but that's another story) I go back home and I dig up my mom and dad's CD collection and I come across "Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits". I turned up the computer volume with the CD in it so I could hear it in the bathtub. It started with "Mrs. Robinson" then it played "Bridge over troubled water" when I was sitting in the tub and I tell you the truth I was mortified of the sound of that music. Nostalgia had struck me in the bath tub.. I cried for like a good 5-10 minutes because for one thing, I was tired as hell and another, I couldn't tell you the last time I heard that song and it just brought back a lot of memories that made me helpless for a few minutes. Memories are a powerful thing.... I felt like I was a freshman in college getting nostalgic about the rangers... ALL OVER AGAIN!
Guess what's nexT?? yep!! work at 3 and believe it or not, we had a good little crowd today until like 5. My co worker Krystal was on her period!!! oh, oops. she was on her P.E.R.I.O.D. I said, "want some coffee to cheer you up?" Her moping face turned to a brilliant shining face when I mentioned it. So I go to the coffee place and ask them if they want free pretzels for free coffee and they agreed!! I got her an iced latte with whip cream and chocolate and I got a Carmel/Irish cream latte. It's still going strong(the latte) and I'm going blurry eyed because I'm tired from exhaustion.
over and out.
I DON'T LIKE CONSTRUCTION!!! Plus the pieces were heavy. So anyway I escorted him to the shop and he gives me a 5 to get us some gatorade cause it was hot out there!! So it takes us an hour to stack all the moulding where dad wanted it to go. Know the reason why?? 'cause I carried as much as possible to each type of moulding. Screw going back and forth getting dad just two pieces at a time making many trips. Dad was like "hehe, thanks for helping Ross, I know you wanna help me out, but I have to stack everything in the right place" I said "I know but I'm trying to get out of here so I can eat lunch and get ready for work and I can practice a little" Anyway... I'm getting paid for evertime I help dad, which is good.
Ah, good to finish with outside work.(you know yours truly hates being outside thanks to a Dr. Adam, but that's another story) I go back home and I dig up my mom and dad's CD collection and I come across "Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits". I turned up the computer volume with the CD in it so I could hear it in the bathtub. It started with "Mrs. Robinson" then it played "Bridge over troubled water" when I was sitting in the tub and I tell you the truth I was mortified of the sound of that music. Nostalgia had struck me in the bath tub.. I cried for like a good 5-10 minutes because for one thing, I was tired as hell and another, I couldn't tell you the last time I heard that song and it just brought back a lot of memories that made me helpless for a few minutes. Memories are a powerful thing.... I felt like I was a freshman in college getting nostalgic about the rangers... ALL OVER AGAIN!
Guess what's nexT?? yep!! work at 3 and believe it or not, we had a good little crowd today until like 5. My co worker Krystal was on her period!!! oh, oops. she was on her P.E.R.I.O.D. I said, "want some coffee to cheer you up?" Her moping face turned to a brilliant shining face when I mentioned it. So I go to the coffee place and ask them if they want free pretzels for free coffee and they agreed!! I got her an iced latte with whip cream and chocolate and I got a Carmel/Irish cream latte. It's still going strong(the latte) and I'm going blurry eyed because I'm tired from exhaustion.
over and out.