I mean it just sucked.
Its a sad thing for me to see some random old guy at work pushing around a wheelbarrow, or sweeping up an area. I mean do these guys live meaningful lives? Do they enjoy what they do? How did they manage to survive this long doing manual labor? I ask questions like that constantly, and it really comes down to whoring your body and mind for money. It gives me new found respect for prostitutes, in that you do something unpleasant and CA-CHING! money in the bank. Are construction workers really that different? We don't get asked if we want it up the ass, or if we do group discounts, but we do whore ourselves out for profit. I truly do envy those that get up each morning with a smile and say "fuck, I can't WAIT to get to work today!". I had that feeling once before with my job as a hydrotester before the place got shutdown. It just felt like playing a videogame all day.
Still, just complaining about my job and work enviroment seems almost pointless. I'm lucky to have a job where I can work eight months out of the year and still make 40k. Or having a job where I'm shuffled from place to place, and meeting new people. A job where I can choose to either do next to nothing the entire day, or work my ass off if I so desire with few repercussions. In light of these perks, I guess my job isn't really that bad. But it feels like a last resort, a job that I do because I have no other options. I only have myself to blame for not looking at other possibilities out there.
Someday, my true destiny as a lifeguard on a nudist beach will assert itself.
So thats that. I've got a few 360 games to go through, books to read, stuff to pack and dozens of other little things to do that should keep me occupied during the unemployment stretch. And not to mention, spending some of that phat cash I earned.
Once again.
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