Sorrry, no blogging lately.
I have been rather busy.
I think yesterday was Wednesday, don't quote me on that.
I went down to the place of my former employer after I woke up in a semi coma and started in.
They were nice enough to let me borrow a one ton flat bed with a lift gate to haul my tool boxes out with.
It took four guy's to load them on the truck using a fork lift, all fine and dandy
I took them to my Dad's place and me and my seventy three year old father got to unload them.
I swear, I thought we were both going to have a fucking heart attack.
You should all have the fun of trying to wrestle a fucking five and a foot high and six foot long tool box on wheels three fucking feet off the ground back and forth to get the fucker sideways on a goddamn lift gate that is just about the same dimension.
Then have to take it off sideways.
For you that are not familiar with these things, that one tool box weighs two fucking thousand mother fucking pounds.
I weigh a hundred and forty two now.
Thank you Nasty Girl, I have dropped twenty five pounds in the last six months.
Dad is a bit bigger but not that much, I thought were both gonna fucking die if that bastard tipped over.
That was just one.
We had to do that two more times.
I was shaking like a dog shitting peach pits.
Right the fuck after we got done, his neighbor came over and offered me a job at a foundry doing maintenance.
Nice guy, I am still debating it because I threw my back clear the fuck out wrestling the tool boxes, I have been unemployed since Monday and my right leg went to sleep three times tonight while watching a stupid assed movie.
I am seriously leaning towards having the Beast pay me to sit on my ass for a bit and then retrain me to do something else.
Basically, my body is wore the fuck out.
I had my lower back fused when I was twenty five, wrecked twenty nine cars in ten years, I can't even remember the motorcycle wrecks, heh, maybe twenty, bullshit, way more than that, I used to be a crazy motherfucker,.I just flat lost count of all the wrecks I have been in, they could make a movie about it and no one would believe it.
I am lucky to be alive but my body just can't take the stresses of wrenching any more.
Three weeks ago, I was using a four foot long pipe wrench with a six foot pipe on the end of it and jumping off the bumper of a Kenworth truck trying to tighten a fitting on a valve on the ass end of the tank on the truck.
I am fifty fucking years old now, that shit ain't conducive to having a nice nights sleep. Can you say pain?
I sure the fuck can.
So, I am leaning towards getting the fuck out of the wrenching business.
Did I mention the carpal tunnel in both hands?
Any way, I still have to go pack off a bunch of shit from my former employer, I am seriously considering either throwing a bunch of shit away or just leaving it there for them to deal with.
Right now, I am going to fall the fuck down and call it a day. at two in the morning.
Thanks fer stopping by.