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Work is awesome.
I love it, actually.
Metal fabrication is awesome.
Nothing's better than these things:
-Watching a big burly harley riding biker belt out showtunes at the top of his lungs while welding.
-Finding out the name of the forklift is "The burro", just so Darril has to say "I'm going to ride the burro, homes."
-Dipping the elbow pipes near lunch. Because with no mask, the chemicals make you "happy". Thusly making lunch come faster, and last longer.
Glory.
I still havent got paid yet, and my first cheque will be held a week or something.
Whatever.
So since the soccer thing fell through with the Maple Ridge team, today went awesome.
I was seeing my mommy with my brother, and my cousin called, and said her boyfriends team needs players, because they suck, and are new. Ding ding. They're in the same division. I hope we play the Ridge team. I really hope so. The only bad thing is the team I'd play for is in Surrey. Who the fuck wants to go to Surrey? I might be assuming position as practice dictator/coach for practices, because the team is new together, and as I said, apparently fucking swallow load. But I cant wait. Even if it turns out amazingly horrible. Fuck it, I'm getting my hopes up.
So yeah, I work Monday to Friday. 8am to 4:30pm. Every day.
I'm getting a raise soon, I'm told by some people, because they have a few "kids" working there (17 year old, and a near 19 year old) and they said they slack off so bad (they signed out at 1 on Friday) and I come in there, I'm early every day, and I'm always doing something. I had to run half of the shop on Friday, on my first week, and I did it with an hour to spare. Amazing. Work goes so fast.
I dont really drink anymore. I'm good like that now.
I drank the other night, but barely.
My mom said she'd pay my rent for me.
And my soccer reg fee.
lol@saving600bucks.
I'm out of things to say.
Probably because I dont do much anymore except work, come home, shower, work out, eat, sleep, repeat.
And I love it.
It reminds me of shop class in school.
I know I'll grow to hate it slowly, and despise every fibre of it's being.
But by then, I'll be dipping the elbow joints.
-Black hearts and effigy
I love it, actually.
Metal fabrication is awesome.
Nothing's better than these things:
-Watching a big burly harley riding biker belt out showtunes at the top of his lungs while welding.
-Finding out the name of the forklift is "The burro", just so Darril has to say "I'm going to ride the burro, homes."
-Dipping the elbow pipes near lunch. Because with no mask, the chemicals make you "happy". Thusly making lunch come faster, and last longer.
Glory.
I still havent got paid yet, and my first cheque will be held a week or something.
Whatever.
So since the soccer thing fell through with the Maple Ridge team, today went awesome.
I was seeing my mommy with my brother, and my cousin called, and said her boyfriends team needs players, because they suck, and are new. Ding ding. They're in the same division. I hope we play the Ridge team. I really hope so. The only bad thing is the team I'd play for is in Surrey. Who the fuck wants to go to Surrey? I might be assuming position as practice dictator/coach for practices, because the team is new together, and as I said, apparently fucking swallow load. But I cant wait. Even if it turns out amazingly horrible. Fuck it, I'm getting my hopes up.
So yeah, I work Monday to Friday. 8am to 4:30pm. Every day.
I'm getting a raise soon, I'm told by some people, because they have a few "kids" working there (17 year old, and a near 19 year old) and they said they slack off so bad (they signed out at 1 on Friday) and I come in there, I'm early every day, and I'm always doing something. I had to run half of the shop on Friday, on my first week, and I did it with an hour to spare. Amazing. Work goes so fast.
I dont really drink anymore. I'm good like that now.
I drank the other night, but barely.
My mom said she'd pay my rent for me.
And my soccer reg fee.
lol@saving600bucks.
I'm out of things to say.
Probably because I dont do much anymore except work, come home, shower, work out, eat, sleep, repeat.
And I love it.
It reminds me of shop class in school.
I know I'll grow to hate it slowly, and despise every fibre of it's being.
But by then, I'll be dipping the elbow joints.
-Black hearts and effigy