4/21/10

At about noon today, I envisioned the following introduction to this post:

Every day I learn a new type of hell. They should call working for Muzzi a type of theology course, because I am now an expert on what it's like to be in hell. The following conditions and issues make it hellish day in and day out (while each day is a unique mode of hell).

1. low blood sugar while working
2. need to pee while working
3. not knowing what to do, or what we are doing, are what I should do next, or why we are doing what we are doing
4. dealing with people
5. hard work beyond what I would be able to do if it weren't my job
6. long hours, involving boredom, waiting, pacing, fucking around, doing nothing, wasting time, and breaking the rules, all for an extra hour on the paycheck
7. yeah

But now I have been enlightened by my Capitan Victor, and he tells me:

Today we did nothing, yo. We didn't do shit!

Oh. Now I get it. It's all starting to make sense, landscaping and all. Oh yeah, the seventh thing that makes it hell: jam'n 94.5 all day yo. Daddy's home, tonight I'm gonna ride you, call me Mr. Flinstone cause I'll make your bed rock......my girl bad, my girl good, my chick do things your chick wish that she could....

Yo, where'd my brain go, yo? But actually, Victor's a lot smarter than me, and he tells me, "I don't care what anybody say, Will. You're all right. You know that Will? You're all right." You see, Victor's a really good worker and he's been on this job for 5 years longer than me. And he's 4 years younger than me. That adds up to 9 years smarter than me.