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The Bad (or seemingly so)
I am, for the summer, northern Alabama's sole enemy of large-scale, industrial disorder, the lone line of defense agaist the slow, unceasing encroachment of entropy. I am a construction worker. But I can't even truly be called that. Rather than being a full-fledged member of the house-assembling hordes, I am their janitor. I tend to the messiness of men whose broadminded concept of a trashcan extends from their feet to the horizon. I cleanse the environment of its many and unwanted human touches, and, while doing so, attempt to hold my breath. You see, almost everything that goes into the making of a house is cancer-causing, from gypsum powder to sawdust to insulation fibers. I wear a facial respiratory mask, which occasionally makes me feel like a ninja, until the humid air of my own lingering, stinky breath reminds me that I am not.
BUT, in spite of all its drawbacks, this has thus far been a peach of a job. When I'm not in hearing distance of a nailgun, I can listen to my CD player. I get lots of outdoor exercise which, surpringly enough, has more purpose than the mere flattening my tummy. My boss is flexible, has a good sense of humor, and pays me well. So, though I swim in a sea of carcinogenic particles, it's pretty doggone swell.
The Better (which could be misconstrued as kinda bad)
After being lined up and barked at by a local Barney Fife for being in a city park after sunset, Michael, Robert, and I received surprisingly kind treatment and were let off scot-free. He was even nice enough to direct us toward a federal land preserve where we wouldn't be hounded by other domineering cops like himself.
The Best
The oddity below, more precisely called the 'hallucigenia,' once existed. It is so strange and so unlike any currently existing creature that paleobiologists will not even venture to guess which end is the head and which is the rump. If you're interested, read more about it here.
I am, for the summer, northern Alabama's sole enemy of large-scale, industrial disorder, the lone line of defense agaist the slow, unceasing encroachment of entropy. I am a construction worker. But I can't even truly be called that. Rather than being a full-fledged member of the house-assembling hordes, I am their janitor. I tend to the messiness of men whose broadminded concept of a trashcan extends from their feet to the horizon. I cleanse the environment of its many and unwanted human touches, and, while doing so, attempt to hold my breath. You see, almost everything that goes into the making of a house is cancer-causing, from gypsum powder to sawdust to insulation fibers. I wear a facial respiratory mask, which occasionally makes me feel like a ninja, until the humid air of my own lingering, stinky breath reminds me that I am not.
BUT, in spite of all its drawbacks, this has thus far been a peach of a job. When I'm not in hearing distance of a nailgun, I can listen to my CD player. I get lots of outdoor exercise which, surpringly enough, has more purpose than the mere flattening my tummy. My boss is flexible, has a good sense of humor, and pays me well. So, though I swim in a sea of carcinogenic particles, it's pretty doggone swell.
The Better (which could be misconstrued as kinda bad)
After being lined up and barked at by a local Barney Fife for being in a city park after sunset, Michael, Robert, and I received surprisingly kind treatment and were let off scot-free. He was even nice enough to direct us toward a federal land preserve where we wouldn't be hounded by other domineering cops like himself.
The Best
The oddity below, more precisely called the 'hallucigenia,' once existed. It is so strange and so unlike any currently existing creature that paleobiologists will not even venture to guess which end is the head and which is the rump. If you're interested, read more about it here.