Hard Labor – part 3…Fuckin’ A

Day number 3 and now the whole construction plan now rests firmly on my shoulders. The pressure to perform is higher than at any point during the previous 2 days. I’m still digging a hole on the basement but now that’s MY damn hole.

 

This is only partially true of course but after the weird events of yesterday I’ve been hired on. My job is the same but now I have no end in sight. The feeling of hopelessness is slowly converting to one that comes close to warmth and security. Even if I’m still in a cold dang basement.

…and then the lights go out.

It’s now pitch black and I’m in a 3 foot hole. A least I have my hard hat.

I’m feeling my way slowly Out when:

-HEY!! NEW GUY?

Yeah?

-What the fuck you do?!?!

……

-You there man?

-Unless I just magically blew a fuse with my shovel…NOTHING other than digging man

-Oh ok…we’re going to get a burrito…later

….cool…enjoy

Shaking my head in the near blackness I continue to work my way out of the hole and across the room to where I left my phone. Luckily I found it and was able to get out in one piece.

As the day progresses I pick up the jack-hammer another skill I never though possible. Dug out a lot more dirt. Helped move a 1600 lbs mixer into the basement and almost got squashed 3 times during the process. Know one said it was going to be super safe in the basement from hell.

Luckily its quitting time. More to do Monday…fuckin’ A

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