Thursday Rant!! aaaaa!!!!

Tuesday I put on up these images Yes, scaffolds.
Not at as easy as it seems to mount them trust me and I tore a ligament.
For a 6 your a day under 33 heat celcious the “boss”, bastard, paid me
20 Euros, he was nice enough to buy me a delicious hamburger before I fainted.

Wednesday, great day! I´m in freaking pain in my back, you know how much those freaking
scaffolds weight, and they are not as nice as in the picture, these are old rusty, you have
to make the pieces fit by hitting it with a hammer and bending and e.t.c. plus they don´t
have weels like that picture so when he or me finished a section of the roof, we were fixing
the freaking roof, we had to move it, it felt once almost on top of us and again putting it back
together, now Wednesday! It was this images-1
Doesn´t he seem happy the old man, fuck that, me and my a-hole “boss” had to cut two big
oak trees, again, not as easy as people might think to get a electric saw and that´s it, you
have to know where to cut it so it doesn´t fall on top of the house or on us, but first you go up
the tree, that would be me, and cut the “small” branches, obviously when the hole tree comes
down you have to clean all that shit and satck it nicely, So gardening day of hell day, still
with my ligament tore and as of right now I think my back has gone numb. That was 8 hours under
the beautiful sun and heat of 33 degrees, but this time he did invite me to a “Chorizo” sandwitch,
and gave me 30 Euros. Nice guy.

Thursday! I just got back from “helping” and old lady that is moving out of her house, well,
I moved all her freaking furniture, I hate old ladies, bitching about “be careful over there
is going to hit the wall, or it is better if you go that way is closer to the entrance”,
shut up! I should put you in a casket you´re not going to live all that much longer and
and this rate neither am I so I might as well commit murder against this old lady.
This was 4 hours today and payment… yeeeeehaaa! 10 Euros.

I´m high roller baby!! After all this I might take a trip to Vegas and spend all this money.
So what I do is what a great bunch of people do here in the land of the wild bulls, by
the way, why the hell was I “to cool to go to school?” F-me. My back hurts, arms, a torn
ligament or ligaments who knows I can barely walk without limping that is, but I got enough
money for food and cigarettes until the end of the month. Great pay for those hours and that
much work don´t you think?

Man, I should have stayed in school and study economics, become one of those greedy Wall Street
guys, play around with the world economy sitting in a desk inside a tall building that has
air conditioning and smack around once in a wild those spoiled college kids that they think
they disserve education. Lucky you are, or at least smarter than me too, but if I hear one
of those college kids bitch about that their feeling have been hurt in the classroom or that
they pay too much tuition I´ll just smack them.

Now going to lay down and cry in pain. Have a great day, will try to read you people
if I can sit up for more than 15 minutes.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


    1. Hey there, no problem. I got money now, plus the body is healing little by little although I did make an apointment with the doctor this next tuesday, some tendons or ligaments are may have gone to the moon I think

  1. If you murder the old lady, you’re duty bound as a Priest to give her last rites if she’s Catholic — or you could just ex-communicate her before you kill her (but that wouldn’t be very nice).

    1. I´m thinking about the two options, but I believe I´m going with the second one, ex-communicate her, she was a mean old lady, bossy, nosy, yelled too much, anyways, she´ll probably go to hell so I don´t have to worry

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