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> day 1 of WV job
> drive 6 hours from DC area to damn near Kentucky
> day 2
> 0700 safety meeting for all personnel
> meet safety guy for site specific training
> meet environmental guy for training
> meet some other asshole for some other training
> called out to fix another site
> 1.5 away, arrive
> "Hey man I'm [name], we're ordering lunch, you want jalapenos your calzone?"
> I like this
> update some firmware
> bullshit with site guys (Good ol' West Virginia boys) for like 3 hours
> new best friends with "Woodsey"
> subsequent days meet "Yankee", "Cowboy", and "Junior" (or "June" for short)
> job going pretty well, doing 12+ hour days
> have trainee to deal with
> he's not bad, but still a drag when you have to answer questions constantly, and can't let him work unsupervised, else he fucks something up
> construction guy asks, "Hey, y'all hiring?"
> day 7 (?)
> noob starting to piss me off
> fucking raining
> standing in rain for safety meeting
> "Now.... what's... the.... purpose... of.... safety?" (People in West Virginia talk SLOW.)
> FFFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK are you fucking kidding me???
> fuck everybody and this fucking place
> raining like fuck
> 3-4 inches of mud everywhere
> mud getting tracked into turbine building
> I've got mud on the headliner of my truck
> all of my tools and bags are muddy
> get through that shit, things start to go ok
> going ok
> day...?
> working hard, good progress
> using laser alignment tool to align turbine to driven equipment
> yelling at each other to pull, push, stop, go, and shut the fuck up
> "Hey, y'all hiring?"
> site bosses provide lunch so we don't have to drive 45 minutes to get something
> catered sandwiches and chili (good!)
> make your own sandwich, white bread, deli meat, and miracle whip (bad)
> chili dogs (heartburn city)
> fucking mc donalds double cheese burgers (fuck)
> next day, blow up the toilet in the construction trailer
> politely complain about lunch
> coworkers never want to eat site lunch again, I assure them things will be good for a bit now that we've complained
> fried chicken (ugh)
> lasagna from the local Italian place (good!)
> another thing that was decent
> subway (blah)
> fried chicken again
> antacids for dessert
> eating shit every lunch, try to get something good for dinner
> gone through whole panera and texas roadhouse salad menu
> tried all the protein bars at the gas station
> most taste like peanut butter horse cum
> send noob to go work with some lesser techs so he can have some perspective about how great we are
> meetings
> they insist on us going to all their meetings
> between the 0700 safety meeting, the 0715 toolbox meeting, and 1200 construction meeting, we're at like an hour of just meetings
> in addition to our own company shit like daily reports and daily safety paperwork
> losing 10% of our day to bullshit
> site boss (think Boss Hog from Dukes of Hazard) summons all his peasants to his grand table to hear status updates
> he's fat and has little dog that's fat
> he's at the head of the table, dog jumps on his lap to attend meeting too
> meeting of 15+ people devolves into 2 people arguing and pointing fingers about strobe light locations
> meeting runs long, dog lays head on table and starts to go to sleep
> the only part of the meeting that applies to us is what we tell them
> mon-sun was 87 hours
> today, day 15 straight
> going ok, getting tired and testy at this point
> salad last night and horse cum bar this morning, still hungry
> site boss asks us to come to the 1700 production meeting too
> triggered
> rant and bitch all morning
> poor coworker endures my shitty mood
> he's bitching too
> chili dogs for lunch
> mood improves some now that I'm not hangry
> have genius idea: do bullshit company paperwork and emails during bullshit site meetings
> coworker: "Nice dude. You just turned a shit sandwich into a Sriracha shit sandwich."
> eat some more Tums to suppress chili dog riot in stomach
We've been asked 4 times if we were hiring or how to get a job with our company. With construction guys all around, toiling away quietly, you tend to forget they're there. Then there's all these California kids working on the cool shit in the middle of the room, we must be their main source of entertainment.
And then my webpage customer has been asking me for some work.
> working from shitty hotel internet connection
> remote desktop to dev server
> around 2000 every cousin fucker in the in hotel is trying to download animal porn
> connection drops
> pull out phone, set to mobile hot spot
> connection drastically improves
> get gaming laptop as payment for doing webpage work
> latest model was out of stock, order one with prev gen Intel processor
> shows up yesterday
> unbox, hit power button
> nothing
> let charge, nothing
> call tech support, hard reset, nothing
> Dead On Arrival
> webpage customer sets up return and orders new laptop
> current version laptop with current gen intel processor is available, customer orders that one for me
> should arrive friday
> taking the weekend off, that's for damn sure
And that's not the half of it. Doesn't even mention the cable falling out of the cable tray, the snake, the hub cap, Scruffy, or the bolt-morons.
> on way home today
> stop at Chipotle
> cute girl behind counter
> order quickly and proficiently
> middle food scooper guy impressed
> say "See? I got this."
> cutie: "Quick: What's your favorite animal?"
> me: "Cats obviously. They're nature's perfect killing machines. We're lucky that they're only 10 pounds."
> cutie draws cat and heart on my order while I pay
> not so bad
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