My new job
This week I got my first long term job. I now work at a RV park mowing lawns and stuff like that. Despite my wishes to stay at home and leach off my parents they have other thoughts and want me to get a job. Now I don’t mind getting a job (as a matter of fact I’m all for it) except that the next thing to come is they are going to kick me out but that’s for another time.

Now the way I got this job is because my grandpa is an engineer and he was engineering a garage for these folks and they said that they needed help and so he says, “I know just such a young man. He is a good worker, a good learner, and good looking”. Well maybe he did not say just that, but he recommended me. I called them up and they said, “Be here at 9:00 a.m.” So that’s how it happened.

So my mom dropped me off (which it grieves me to say) and we went to work. We had to move some Styrofoam forms under a carport. Easy work, right? That’s what I thought. After about five minuets I realized my boss was just that, a career boss who thinks that if something does not work it’s the worker’s fault and not the plan. But we made it through that task and moved on to the next one

I had to move some wood from one place to another. Easy work, right? That’s what I thought. My boss would bring the wood over in the tractor scoop and I would stack it. Well, that lasted about three or four loads when the hydraulic lift broke. Now, instead of getting on with the next thing we have to devise a way to move the wood. “Have any ideas?” he asks. Now being an employee, I know he would not listen to any ideas I have, and I had a few. Burn it where it is and have a weenie roast for one, use the force for another, have the aliens abduct it if you want a third. Well he comes up with using the big truck trailer. So I say, “That sounds like a good idea.” Partly because it was and partly because he is the boss and if I’m nice to him I get paid more. Tehe tehe. Well after about two or three loads my boss comes over and says to me, “We are going to give you a break.” Well that sounds pretty good but then he finishes his sentence, “let me show you how the lawn mower works.”

Now, this RV Park is on a tidal river and the last person who mowed the place cut a fat hog and mowed at high tide and so when the tide went out it left a whole lot of unmowed grass. Well I guess you know who had to take care of it. That’s right. Me. So with a big wheeled push mower that must have been as old as I am I mowed this patch of grass that was about a month and a half over due for a hair cut. And grass that’s two feet tall will kill a push mower faster than you can blink an eye and I don’t care who you are. Because of this I had to tilt it up on the back wheels; and friend, let me tell you there is a reason they put four wheels on such things. Well after that I had to mow the yard with a mower that had a bagger on it. It must have been just a few years younger than the other mower because I don’t remember bagger mowers ‘til I was two and I can’t recall automatic drives ‘til I was four. Well that auto drive was and had been dead for some time. After I mowed the yard they looked at it and said, “Looks good. I guess you can go back to stacking wood.”