cripps
man it is crisp outside.
Back during the storm, when I was sleeping on peoples couches/floors, I lost my lucky knife. There is nothing lucky about this jackknife, its just more whimsical to say that it is.
I feel short an appendage without that thing. I have another one but its a leatherman and its too sharp and pointy.
I was thinking about how I got this knife. It was over a year ago. The maintenance tech (I forget the exact classification) used to go out to Home Depot and we would send him around lunch so he could pick Mighty up for us. A lot of times I would decide he needed supervision picking up paintbrushes and that was always nice to get away for at least an hour.
But he brought me back that knife one day and its been super useful since.
He called me up last week. He was one of the last people left at the old factory. It was not really a factory, more like a warehouse. He said the machines had been gone for a long time and the old timers, people who had enough seniority to still be there (15,20 years), just spend their days loading trucks to Mexico with the remaining inventory.
Once again let me rejoice in not being there. Fuck the blood (punching things), sweat, anguish, black boogers, and constant colds that place gave me.
I met up with some friends from college that were in town Sat morning.
My one dude makes about 2x what I make and has a house and a wife and (2) cars and has a closet full of nice shirts.
But sometimes he's bored at work and nobody works under him and he only works with like (5) other people.
I am a mess but I work with a million people and shit is always happening and will alwasy continue to happen. I work with a dozen people in our department and within the plant and with a few dozen mechanics. I deal with vendors and vice presidents and dumbasses.
Its up and down and it sucks and sometimes less-sucks.
We ended up taking different paths.
I bet we both think each other's job sucks, but I sure know that his bank account doesn't suck
Back during the storm, when I was sleeping on peoples couches/floors, I lost my lucky knife. There is nothing lucky about this jackknife, its just more whimsical to say that it is.
I feel short an appendage without that thing. I have another one but its a leatherman and its too sharp and pointy.
I was thinking about how I got this knife. It was over a year ago. The maintenance tech (I forget the exact classification) used to go out to Home Depot and we would send him around lunch so he could pick Mighty up for us. A lot of times I would decide he needed supervision picking up paintbrushes and that was always nice to get away for at least an hour.
But he brought me back that knife one day and its been super useful since.
He called me up last week. He was one of the last people left at the old factory. It was not really a factory, more like a warehouse. He said the machines had been gone for a long time and the old timers, people who had enough seniority to still be there (15,20 years), just spend their days loading trucks to Mexico with the remaining inventory.
Once again let me rejoice in not being there. Fuck the blood (punching things), sweat, anguish, black boogers, and constant colds that place gave me.
I met up with some friends from college that were in town Sat morning.
My one dude makes about 2x what I make and has a house and a wife and (2) cars and has a closet full of nice shirts.
But sometimes he's bored at work and nobody works under him and he only works with like (5) other people.
I am a mess but I work with a million people and shit is always happening and will alwasy continue to happen. I work with a dozen people in our department and within the plant and with a few dozen mechanics. I deal with vendors and vice presidents and dumbasses.
Its up and down and it sucks and sometimes less-sucks.
We ended up taking different paths.
I bet we both think each other's job sucks, but I sure know that his bank account doesn't suck
