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my dear friend dave, I say with a sarcastic look on my face, had found an ingenious way of pulling weeds at work. He would spear the ground with the tongs of the forklift, and then more easily pulled out the clumps of weeds. Cool, right? Well in the process, he managed to cut into the 1'' rubber water line. So who's job is it to fix it? hmmm.
yep, I'm gonna kill him.

so my week began by digging a trench through the nursery yard. 100-foot trench, about 2 feet deep. then threading a 1" rubber line, through a 4" PVC line, and burying it again.
In the process though, I hit, and broke, a 4" drainage pipe. So now I'm in the midst of digging another trench, this time 150 feet, perpendicular to the first one. And also a 5 foot deep hole at one end.
and after that's done, I have to go and fix Dave's fuck up (I really have nothing against him, he's like a brother to me). Oh and then I have to dig yet another trench in the Annuals yard...

When the monthly newsletter came out at my job, it mentioned and thanked many people for doing various improvements around Russell's.
Did i get a mention? for maybe the new cupola, or painting the tractor? NO of course not! Why? Because Russell's blows.

I'll get to all your journals soon...