Friday, July 10, 2009

   hkdf
Question mark mood= I got hiccups, tired, excited, eh.

Thanks for the comments. My comment box isn't pulling up though so I can't see who they're from. My guess is Kelsey and Bobby. Geez, Bobby, someone is getting stalkerish. (_{^{Watch that it isn't Bobby.}}) And Kelsey, I left a comment on you dA picture.

I have four days of work left, so I'm going to do a little overview thingy. My job was horrible because we got in trouble for doing it, and the boss was so ungrateful. There you go, now fun stuff.

Second day me, Kurt, and Brandon are driving the Kalamazoo at 40mph. I'm standing on my left foot so when Kurt turns I fly off. I do have a scar from that. Since it's so dark I think it'll go away in a couple years. It's still sensitive at times. You know, for the longest time I was the only person who found this event funny. Kurt finally came around a couple days ago.

July 1^st was so awful. I was in a horrible mood, but I'm talking about the fun stuff so I'll continue with that. After spending all day picking up dead fledglings I find a live one. So, driving away from dock 3 I see a fledgling sitting on the ground. I notice it's watching us drive by, so I jump off and grab it. It promptly bit me, but I didn't flinch because it's a baby robin, not exactly deadly. I hear Brandon, Kurt, and my sister start screaming "Oh sh*t! Oh sh*t!" Kurt, who was driving, bails off the Kalamazoo and bolts. My sister bolts. Brandon grabs a broom. I look up and...Daddy robin is dive-bombing them. Not me, not the person walking the baby to the grass, the people on the cart. I still laugh whenever I think of this. Oh but it gets better. Back inside the building Kurt is still shaken from being attacked. He crashes at full speed into a guard rail. Brandon slams into the trashcan on our Kalamazoo. The trashcan slams into my sister, my sister slams into Kurt, Kurt slams into the handlebars. I'm on the side of the Kalamazoo because the trashcan was there. I go flying off and land right in the engine. Now, this engine is uncovered and very very hot. My sister and Kurt have both been badly burned by it at this point. So, I fly into the engine. I bet this looked cool from a different view. I feel the heat, so I barely touched it if I did at all. I feel the heat, twist around so that I slam against the fence, bounce off, and land on my feet in front of the crashed Kalamazoo. Now I have fallen and been thrown from this thing.

July 2^nd was completely awesome. Brandon wasn't there, so it was only me and the two little kids, but we didn't see our boss the entire day. We stood outside and picked up trash. Why is that awesome? Because Kurt and my sister are idiots. You know the big cement blocks they have in parking lots to separate rows? Kurt crashed the Kalamazoo into one. He had the back wheel off the ground just enough so that it spun in place. Him and my sister instantly "OMG, we need to pick it up! We need to pick up the Kalamazoo!" And me- It weighs 1200lbs. Let's move the cement block. Them "We can't! It's cement! OMG, Jackie's (_{^{our boss}}) going to kill us!" Me- Well, yeah, we're not allowed here. You pick up the Kalamazoo; I'm going to move the cement. Okay, so the cement didn't budge. My sister and Kurt decide to put me on the Kalamazoo and back up, they'll push the front. I tell them to shift it in reverse because I'm terrible at shifting. So my sister shifts it, Kurt checks it, and I get on. I hit the gas, they push, and we back the Kalamazoo up. Victory...almost. Since I was straight I pressed down on the gas after I was off the cement. The Kalamazoo shoots forward and Kurt's reaction was to freeze. Thank God he was standing on a sod pit...which I crashed in. Bad news, a 1200lbs. machine just crashed into sod, and it starts raining. Now it's sinking and we weren't supposed to be over there. This is when me, me, who doesn't typically swear just says "F***!" My sister and Kurt start flipping about Jackie. I move the cement block, which is now under the Kalamazoo, out of the way. The three of us managed to then rock it back onto the asphalt. And we haven't gone back to that area yet. That was absolutely hilarious two seconds after we got out of there. Later that day we almost got locked out of the factory. We drove up a road that ended up going to a main road. When we turned around, because Kurt wouldn't go down the main road even though it would've been fun, the security gate is sliding shut. My sister screams bloody murder and we speed back into the factory.

July 2^nd was awesome because I gave a two week notice in the morning. The rest of the day was crazy fun because I just didn't care anymore.

July 6^th was an explosive day. Something was really messing up my balance. I think it was a cold coming on. But on this day it was just Brandon, me, and my sister working. The very first thing we did was go to the trash compactor. Well, I fell off the Kalamazoo. Not hard, I just got completely covered in black dust, but I did fall off. Now I have fallen twice and been thrown one. But it's not over. Instantly after I fall off, we drive back to our hideout...I fall off again. I stepped backwards thinking I had more Kalamazoo and didn't. Now I've fallen thrice and was thrown once. The third fall caused a few bruises. But the highlight of work was about to come. The three of us were picking up trash outside. It was terribly hot. So, we're driving back inside, we're right in the door, and my sister starts screaming and bails. She takes off. Brandon flips out and bails, and he was the driver. Since we had been near a bird nest I instantly look up but see nothing. And then...flames shoot out the engine, flames as long as a broomstick. Talk about adrenalin. I bolt and me and Brandon just stand there for a second looking at the flames shooting out of the Kalamazoo. My sister is long gone. What she had screamed was "F*** this, it's going to explode." A can of spray paint fell into our engine, because apparently the other side has a hole the right size for cans. So, I go inside with Brandon and we find this guy, Bill. Brandon says "Bill, our Kalamazoo is on fire. A spray can is in the engine, what do we do?" Bill says "Take my Kalamazoo and push it." WTF? Brandon- "No, it's on fire. There's a can of spray paint in the engine." Bill- "Leave it; I'll look at it later." I decide to go find my sister since it is break time. She's casually walking back with a bucket of water. So, I'm walking back with her and I see Brandon talking to a rigger. They go outside. Brandon comes back and tells us the story: Rigger- "Is that your cart?" Brandon- "Yes." Rigger stares at him expecting him to get on and move it. Brandon- "Um...it's on fire." At this point it is not. Rigger- "...It's on fire?" I'm seriously laughing so hard trying to type this. Alright, after a minute I go to the Kalamazoo and pull out the can. The only reason it didn't explode was because there was a small hole in it. My sister then dumps her water on the can. Okay, so we have to walk to break and we're at the other end of the factory. We pass Larry and Tim. They ask why we're walking and start joking around. Brandon tells them what happened and Tim tells us not to tell Jackie. He'll take care of it. Then he tells us a funny story about how he was sitting on the back of a Kalamazoo drinking coffee this one time. His driver falls off and the Kalamazoo goes right by a meeting in progress. All the guys in the meeting then watch this driverless Kalamazoo crash into an I-beam, Tim still drinking coffee. After Tim's story Larry asks us what color the paint was. It was red, so he says- "Yeah, that means hot." So, the toll now is I fell off thrice, thrown once, and almost blown up once.

Probably a result of breathing in so much junk and eating expired yogurts, but my stomach was not happy Tues. Wends. or Thurs. On Wends. I left work at noon only to come back the next day to "OMG, you must be pregnant!" According to Jackie and the other factory workers I am pregnant. Needless to say my father was not happy to hear such rumors. He knows I'm not, but he still doesn't like it. Now the joke with me, Brandon, Kurt, and my sister is that I am. So whenever I'm suppose to pick something up it's always "can't, pregnant, Jackie said so". Sorry uneducated factory people, there is no such thing as human parthenogenesis. So, Thurs. not only did I have to deal with the whole pregnant joke, but I was given the Kalamazoo. I was driving up a ramp from outside after a light shower. Here's a fact, Kalamazoo wheels have no traction. I stopped for a second at the top and the Kalamazoo slides. I start trying to get it to go forward but it dies. It swings sideways and gets lodged. There is no moving it. Now we have one rule and it's you don't tell Jackie. Well, I broke that rule. This thing was lodged sideways in cement. It weighs 1200lbs. I find Jackie, and thankfully Richard, and in my most pathetic desperate voice tell her I lodged the Kalamazoo sideway on the ramp. Richard cracks up and they get us out. I made fun of that situation the rest of the day, so I'm Jackie's favorite. Whoopty, flipping, do. I'm sure she hates all of us now.

So, that's it. The next four days will be rough. Jackie's really angry because the job is almost over. Kurt gave his two weeks’ notice today in a really lighthearted way, so she thinks he's kidding. He's not. Honestly, she's lucky she kept any of us this long.
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