This is pretty much my job in a nutshell.
#1. I ride around in the back of a golf cart quite a bit. #2. I ride around to different fields and put on humongous sprinklers, and around every hour I go to all of the fields and switch around their position. #3. I go to this one warehouse quite a bit and just fold clothes... It's horrible. #4. I have to organzie all of the clothes. They must all go in to the proper place or all hell breaks loose and it takes hours to re-organize the s**t. #5. For all this week I have had to hoe a field which had some VEGATATION growing on it. There is no way I can describe how bad it is... #6. I have to work with some kid who does no work and bitches about everyone else. Sometimes he had the audacity to b***h about OTHERS working. #7. I had to scrub football helmets for quite sometime. This goes along with the hoeing, you'll never know how horrible it is until you are doing it. The purpose for washing the helmets was so we could spray paint over them, but then after we scrubbed the hell out of all the helmets we were told "Oh, we aren't going to do anything with them after all". The only way to describe how I felt would be "Getting SHOT DOWN with a side of getting kicked in the stomach. #8.This one guy I work with is strong as a b***h... and I hope everyday he will punch the guy who complains about everything.
This journal entry is dumb, but I feel like bitching about my job.
Coach Z · Fri Jul 15, 2005 @ 09:27pm · 4 Comments |