Yeah, work was not quite what I'd classify as "candy and blowjobs" tonight. For those of you who don't know/remember what a salmon day is, I'll repost:
Salmon Day: When you spend all day fighting your way upstream, only to get screwed and die in the end.
For the first two hours (10pm-12am), we unload the truck. I was the lucky bastard who was actually _in_ the trailer throwing the stuff onto the belt. This can be physically strenuous. Especially when a 20lb box takes a header, corner first, off the top of the pile and nails you in the trapezius. It's double-bad when a can of liquid Enfamil decides to get intimate (at high speeds) with your kneecap.
Fast forward through the part where I tell my manager all about the nasty parts of his lineage.
A little after lunch (let's call it 4am-ish) I'm breaking down boxes with my boxknife (which is sporting a shiny new blade). I slice through the tape on one box, and continue briskly through the heel of my palm. I bleed like a 15-year old on the rag. I cuss like my aunt playing poker. I go to the bathroom and wash it with antibacterial soap. I cuss some more from the soap. Back to work.
Before you all start asking if I'm going to lose my hand, the answer's no. It's not a big cut, but it went a few layers in. No stitches. Just a lot of "JESUS OW FUCK MY HAND CHRIST!".
Anyway, I'm gonna check my email n' such, then I'm off to read a bit and sleep....and get up tomorrow to repeat this whole mess (minus the attempted amputation).
Salmon Day: When you spend all day fighting your way upstream, only to get screwed and die in the end.
For the first two hours (10pm-12am), we unload the truck. I was the lucky bastard who was actually _in_ the trailer throwing the stuff onto the belt. This can be physically strenuous. Especially when a 20lb box takes a header, corner first, off the top of the pile and nails you in the trapezius. It's double-bad when a can of liquid Enfamil decides to get intimate (at high speeds) with your kneecap.
Fast forward through the part where I tell my manager all about the nasty parts of his lineage.
A little after lunch (let's call it 4am-ish) I'm breaking down boxes with my boxknife (which is sporting a shiny new blade). I slice through the tape on one box, and continue briskly through the heel of my palm. I bleed like a 15-year old on the rag. I cuss like my aunt playing poker. I go to the bathroom and wash it with antibacterial soap. I cuss some more from the soap. Back to work.
Before you all start asking if I'm going to lose my hand, the answer's no. It's not a big cut, but it went a few layers in. No stitches. Just a lot of "JESUS OW FUCK MY HAND CHRIST!".
Anyway, I'm gonna check my email n' such, then I'm off to read a bit and sleep....and get up tomorrow to repeat this whole mess (minus the attempted amputation).
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Oh, and I rawk. Here's why.
That made my day!
Oh I get the joke! You damn sexist pig! heh
Oh my dad bought a great fucken candy bar today at kroger. Says Yorkie with the O as a no smoking sign with a woman inside of it. Says underneath: It's Not For Girls!
Its from England!
[Edited on Aug 03, 2005 7:09AM]