I've been working for Paul almost 2 weeks now, and it's taken me about that long to finally stop wearing my special belt at all times.
I feel like I can take it off to eat lunch and use the restroom at headquarters- its pretty heavy with the plastic barf bags, water bottle, and pill holsters. But vital to any sort of outdoor excursion, in my opinion.
I should have used the belt the time I went to the convenience store a few weeks ago for milk, but I was so in the zone that I just forgot it completely.
Too bad, I could have used one of those bags near the bench.
Anyway, I have to go back out and help Paul with the afternoon trash run. He's seems pretty appreciative for my help, but I can't really imagine I'm making his job much easier considering I can only really lift a full bag with my tail. Weak arms.. runs in the family on my mom's side.
Finishing this sandwich, then watching for Paul's truck outside. How he finagled a truck out of a skateboard astonishes me.
Till tonight,
Kevin
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
First Day of Work [sort of]
I got a job this past Monday through a family friend, Paul Welch.
Paul's an English Setter, old friend of my dad's. They used to go out adventuring back before I was born. Mom was telling me on Sunday night over dinner that dad would disappear for a whole weekend sometimes to go out tromping with Paul. She never really worried, I guess. Said my dad always gave her a kiss goodbye, and a kiss hello when he returned. Plus, Paul would always have to work on Monday morning, so they'd have to make sure they were back by Sunday night, anyway.
Paul works for Burlington's United Trash Collecting Union (UTCU), going around Monday thru Friday, collecting trash bags from sites around town where animals dump their trash made at home.
Thank god it is snowing like crazy outside- Paul called this morning to tell me work is cancelled for today.
He called the house at 5:30am. Almost woke up mom (who's doing a bit better these days, at least), but I was already awake to catch his call.
Stayed up almost the whole night holding down my dinner.
Can I do this? A job outside my house?
God damn. I am getting the shivers all over thinking about it.
-gulp
Kevin
Paul's an English Setter, old friend of my dad's. They used to go out adventuring back before I was born. Mom was telling me on Sunday night over dinner that dad would disappear for a whole weekend sometimes to go out tromping with Paul. She never really worried, I guess. Said my dad always gave her a kiss goodbye, and a kiss hello when he returned. Plus, Paul would always have to work on Monday morning, so they'd have to make sure they were back by Sunday night, anyway.
Paul works for Burlington's United Trash Collecting Union (UTCU), going around Monday thru Friday, collecting trash bags from sites around town where animals dump their trash made at home.
Thank god it is snowing like crazy outside- Paul called this morning to tell me work is cancelled for today.
He called the house at 5:30am. Almost woke up mom (who's doing a bit better these days, at least), but I was already awake to catch his call.
Stayed up almost the whole night holding down my dinner.
Can I do this? A job outside my house?
God damn. I am getting the shivers all over thinking about it.
-gulp
Kevin
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