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I was sitting having a beer with a particular friend of mine who asked me if I was looking for work.
The next 3 questions of mine were standard.
- What kind of work?
- How long would the work be lasting for?
- How does one do less of this type of work and get paid the same?
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My friend smiled and looked up and down my weak frame. I, in turn, looked to him, I felt vulnerable knowing that I should take on any worked I'm asked.
Having said that, my life goal is to do no work. The definition of work in this circumstance is:
Shit That I Don't Want To Do But I Am Expected To Do In The Eyes Of ...
His humorous smile turned snide as he said to me a single word that had me turn a full circle on my bar stool.
Labouring.
He occasionally works for a guy that is involved in building things. Heavy things. He also knocks things down, and then is involved in the carrying away of said things.
'Hm ...'
I thought about it over night, knowing that I would have to come to a decision the next day.
Knowing that I would have to choose whether or not I would spend 6 hours of the next day carrying things. Some might call it life or death.
I have never worked on a 'building site' in my life.
During the evening I was met with even more questions.
- Is there a sense of competition amongst builders? Would I be judged on how much I could lift, and how quickly I could hammer a nail in to ... whatever?
- Will I be expected to use a hammer?
- Is it shameful to ask someone to show me how to use a hammer?
I spoke to people about it, friends that I trusted. One (the stronger one who'd done labouring. The chap I'll be meeting in the ring)) laughed. The other (a skinny fellow who doesn't even break a nail playing guitar) empathised.
I decided that I would do it. Penance comes in many forms. I obviously needed to be punished for something.
I rang my friend and told him that I would embark on my new trade. I was willing to give 6 hours of my life to lifting, and plying.
He didn't care much and went on to tell me that the guy we're working for is gay, and he works alone.
Relief.
See you on the other side.
The next 3 questions of mine were standard.
- What kind of work?
- How long would the work be lasting for?
- How does one do less of this type of work and get paid the same?
--------
My friend smiled and looked up and down my weak frame. I, in turn, looked to him, I felt vulnerable knowing that I should take on any worked I'm asked.
Having said that, my life goal is to do no work. The definition of work in this circumstance is:
Shit That I Don't Want To Do But I Am Expected To Do In The Eyes Of ...
His humorous smile turned snide as he said to me a single word that had me turn a full circle on my bar stool.
Labouring.
He occasionally works for a guy that is involved in building things. Heavy things. He also knocks things down, and then is involved in the carrying away of said things.
'Hm ...'
I thought about it over night, knowing that I would have to come to a decision the next day.
Knowing that I would have to choose whether or not I would spend 6 hours of the next day carrying things. Some might call it life or death.
I have never worked on a 'building site' in my life.
During the evening I was met with even more questions.
- Is there a sense of competition amongst builders? Would I be judged on how much I could lift, and how quickly I could hammer a nail in to ... whatever?
- Will I be expected to use a hammer?
- Is it shameful to ask someone to show me how to use a hammer?
I spoke to people about it, friends that I trusted. One (the stronger one who'd done labouring. The chap I'll be meeting in the ring)) laughed. The other (a skinny fellow who doesn't even break a nail playing guitar) empathised.
I decided that I would do it. Penance comes in many forms. I obviously needed to be punished for something.
I rang my friend and told him that I would embark on my new trade. I was willing to give 6 hours of my life to lifting, and plying.
He didn't care much and went on to tell me that the guy we're working for is gay, and he works alone.
Relief.
See you on the other side.
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