You know Im about the laugh, hell Im kinda even about the love, not about the yelling, ass kickin or being a hardass. *but be not mistaken, the warrior in warrior poet is alive and kicking. But today I had to yell at a guy. He doesnt work for me he works for the contractor. Cuz if he worked for me he wouldnt work for me. You cant build a building with a cell phone. He threw such a hissy fit afterwards that I had to leave. The irony was damn near choking me to death. A grown man throwing a tantrum in an (under construction) daycare. Im sick, coughing up bloody biscuits, going for a world record in sneezing quantity, and I had no time for it. I went home and napped for about 3 hours and came back. No one else in the building. Laided the second to last room of VCT, finishing the prep on the last room of the VCT, and starting the prep for the rubber floor in the activity room/gym. As much as work can be..... Peaceful tranquil heaven.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 02:20:10 +0000
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