My Job…in Oklahoma.
Ok, so Fate turns, and twists, and throws you into the weirdest places.
After we were in Texas for about 8 days, my dad came down to pick us up and take us up north to Oklahoma to spend a few days with him. He’s been working there as a project manager for the construction of four motels in Oklahoma City. Apparently the city is going to become some sort of tourist place with a river ferry, and an investor wanted a few Motels built to capitalize on the situation. This man approached my dad’s boss to construct the massive project, and my Dad was chosen to basically be the manager and overseer there.
So yeah, my dad’s pretty much ‘the guy’ over there.
Having chilled there for a day or two, the topic of my job came up. Apparently the pay is really good for general construction labourers, and the project does need a few more people. At this time my dad and I spoke, and he wound up giving me a job working at the dig for the rest of the summer. I will basically learn how to operate the machines and help the others dig (and fill) the massive holes which will eventually become the Hotels.
Thus, I will be in Oklahoma City for the rest of the Summer. This also means I wont be returning to Canada until late August, and will be basically working up to 11 hour shifts everyday. The job is tough, and its rough, but the pay is the good, the hours are overbearing, and the sun is amazingly oppressive. I also get weekly meal allowances, and my own motel studio room at a nearby place owned by the investor (with pool and room service, and breakfast, and all that good stuff). I’ll also get to learn how to operate machinery, and will be spending my time with a lot of Spanish speaking peoples- as well as my dad.
I’m excited, and yet oddly detached. I haven’t been away from Canada in ages, and Oklahoma City isn’t exactly the most happening place on earth.
However, I also cant wait to start and earn a lot of money working my ass off in a place I never imagined I would/could.
Wish me the best!
Uzair.
After we were in Texas for about 8 days, my dad came down to pick us up and take us up north to Oklahoma to spend a few days with him. He’s been working there as a project manager for the construction of four motels in Oklahoma City. Apparently the city is going to become some sort of tourist place with a river ferry, and an investor wanted a few Motels built to capitalize on the situation. This man approached my dad’s boss to construct the massive project, and my Dad was chosen to basically be the manager and overseer there.
So yeah, my dad’s pretty much ‘the guy’ over there.
Having chilled there for a day or two, the topic of my job came up. Apparently the pay is really good for general construction labourers, and the project does need a few more people. At this time my dad and I spoke, and he wound up giving me a job working at the dig for the rest of the summer. I will basically learn how to operate the machines and help the others dig (and fill) the massive holes which will eventually become the Hotels.
Thus, I will be in Oklahoma City for the rest of the Summer. This also means I wont be returning to Canada until late August, and will be basically working up to 11 hour shifts everyday. The job is tough, and its rough, but the pay is the good, the hours are overbearing, and the sun is amazingly oppressive. I also get weekly meal allowances, and my own motel studio room at a nearby place owned by the investor (with pool and room service, and breakfast, and all that good stuff). I’ll also get to learn how to operate machinery, and will be spending my time with a lot of Spanish speaking peoples- as well as my dad.
I’m excited, and yet oddly detached. I haven’t been away from Canada in ages, and Oklahoma City isn’t exactly the most happening place on earth.
However, I also cant wait to start and earn a lot of money working my ass off in a place I never imagined I would/could.
Wish me the best!
Uzair.