I wasn't nervous when I went for the "interview." I say "interview" because it was essentially me going in, and him telling me about the job and the details, and asking if I was interested. I sort of wanted to say "I'm here, aren't I?" but I didn't, because that would be unprofessional.
I knew I was getting the job. There was no getting around it. It was MINE.
I'm so bloody nervous and hesitant to go in for my first day. This has been a dream of mine for so long that I'm fighting with my expectations, just to maintain some semblance of sanity. I've had so much stuff to do this morning, and haven't been very productive at any of it because I'm all jittery. I don't think it would have been so bad if I had started this morning instead of in the afternoon. Argh.
Time to make the plunge. Time to take the next step on my career path. I can say that now. Career path. This is all so bloody scary.
It's one of those situations where you want something so bad, for so long... and when you get it, you don't know what to do with it. You're afraid to touch it for fear of messing it up.
*dry laugh* I just noticed that Winamp has chosen Once In A Lifetime by Dragonforce. Nice.
Once more, into the breech.
20 November 2007
19 November 2007
Greasemonkey
Remember that post a while back? The one where I said I was going to try to get an apprenticeship as a mechanic?
I did it.
I start at Myers tomorrow, on the lube rack (yeah, yeah, insert grease-rubbing comments here).
Nearly SIX years after I was turned down for being "too old," the same place is hiring me on. The class portion isn't available to me (due to spaces, not some wierd administrative requirement) until January 2009, but that means that I'll have a good year-plus of hands-on experience before I even step foot in a classroom for the theory portion. Four semesters later, I'll be writing my test for my Mechanic's License. After that I can get my Master Mechanic certification.
It's about damn time. This has been a dream of mine for so very very very long. The biggest step on the road to building my own car in the distant future.
Until then, I've started brainstorming ideas for the Unfire...
I did it.
I start at Myers tomorrow, on the lube rack (yeah, yeah, insert grease-rubbing comments here).
Nearly SIX years after I was turned down for being "too old," the same place is hiring me on. The class portion isn't available to me (due to spaces, not some wierd administrative requirement) until January 2009, but that means that I'll have a good year-plus of hands-on experience before I even step foot in a classroom for the theory portion. Four semesters later, I'll be writing my test for my Mechanic's License. After that I can get my Master Mechanic certification.
It's about damn time. This has been a dream of mine for so very very very long. The biggest step on the road to building my own car in the distant future.
Until then, I've started brainstorming ideas for the Unfire...
20 August 2007
Odd.
I'm not quite sure why, but right now, I feel very much at peace with myself. I might even go so far as to say I'm happy. I'm not sure why, exactly. It could be that I just had spaghetti for dinner (which we don't have nearly often enough, in my opinion). It could be that I just cut my hair (again. It needs to be cut every two or three weeks to keep it from developing a mind of its own. It could be that I didn't start the day at the Trainyards construction site (which I've been at for the past THREE weeks) and I won't start the day there again tomorrow. I just don't know. Maybe it's a combination of these things. All I know is that I was out on the back step just now, and this feeling of complete calm came over me, and I didn't recognize it at first. It's been a while.
As I said: Odd.
Hopefully whoever reads this will also feel like this in the near future. It's nice.
Cheers.
As I said: Odd.
Hopefully whoever reads this will also feel like this in the near future. It's nice.
Cheers.
17 August 2007
Wow.
Phantom Rocked. With a capital R. For Rock.
Seriously... I'm kind of speechless right now. My vocabulary has gone to pot.
I...
Okay, enough of that before I overdo it. (It was awesome!)
(Oh! Oh! Row L seats 7 and 9. Practically dead centre (5 and 7 are, in fact.))
Seriously... I'm kind of speechless right now. My vocabulary has gone to pot.
I...
Okay, enough of that before I overdo it. (It was awesome!)
(Oh! Oh! Row L seats 7 and 9. Practically dead centre (5 and 7 are, in fact.))
21 July 2007
First Try ever!
I don't remember much of the mad scramble, but I think it came off a scrum on the opposite side of the field. All I remember is the ball coming across, skipping one or two guys (I think) and then Kiwi was making a break towards the end, and trying to fend off two of the Kingston backs. Their winger was... slow. I came flying around the outside of the winger and shouted "On your right!" as the backs were about to grab hold of him. About 10 yards out, he fired the ball right to me, and I made the last few steps with the ball in my hands. The winger finally managed to catch up and hauled me down on the good side of the try line, and conveniently, the ball touched the ground :P I think splitting open the scab on my hip was definitely worth it.
Due to a keys-in-my-pocket mishap calling me back home just before kickoff, I don't know if I saw the first try or not, but I was there for four of them, and I think they only scored one, immediately after our first (that I saw) on the kickoff. One of our guys hesitated ("I hesitated," he said after that same play injured his neck.) and a Kingston player swooped in and grabbed the ball, carried it to within 5 yards, and somehow managed to maul or ruck the ball forwards enough that the ref thought that the ball was in. Apparently the injury came from our guy being pushed off the ball when he was bridging over it, and then the ball being moved over the try line.
We pretty much dominated them. One of our centres said that their scrum was so weak he could just lean into it and they would move back, and their wings and backs were all absolutely tiny. I'm not exactly a big guy, and I picked up one of them and swung him around, completely off the ground.
I think I made up for my wussy play last week. No hesitation when the play came my direction, some good solid hits, and a try.
Go me :P
Due to a keys-in-my-pocket mishap calling me back home just before kickoff, I don't know if I saw the first try or not, but I was there for four of them, and I think they only scored one, immediately after our first (that I saw) on the kickoff. One of our guys hesitated ("I hesitated," he said after that same play injured his neck.) and a Kingston player swooped in and grabbed the ball, carried it to within 5 yards, and somehow managed to maul or ruck the ball forwards enough that the ref thought that the ball was in. Apparently the injury came from our guy being pushed off the ball when he was bridging over it, and then the ball being moved over the try line.
We pretty much dominated them. One of our centres said that their scrum was so weak he could just lean into it and they would move back, and their wings and backs were all absolutely tiny. I'm not exactly a big guy, and I picked up one of them and swung him around, completely off the ground.
I think I made up for my wussy play last week. No hesitation when the play came my direction, some good solid hits, and a try.
Go me :P
16 July 2007
Busy busy...
I promised pictures, so they're at the bottom of the post...
Since my last real update, the welding job folded because my boss picked up a shit job. The Coles Notes version is as follows, (for those new to this or too lazy to scroll down): Boss picked up job that involved erecting several floors on top of an existing steel framed building. The building engineer (possibly the inspector) came in and looked at the building before work commenced. This person said that the existing structure wasn't even up to code. People work daily in this building. To bring the building to code, work had to be done after hours, and involved cutting away the walls at each joint, tightening or inserting the steel bolts, and grinding and re-welding each joint that required it, as the welds looked like a child had done them. My boss was losing money on the job every day that it continued, and was financially committed to it thoroughly enough that he was unable to pick up smaller jobs to keep the idle employees working. Therefore the welding job essentially went poof in a very gradual way.
Not too long after, I bought the Sunfire (now called the unfire, thanks to creative sticker removal). Shortly after that, I got a job as a labourer with D&G Landscaping, a reasonably large company that focuses primarily on corporate and municipal landscaping projects. This was approximately three months ago, and I am now at the point where my probationary period will end within the next few days, if it hasn't ended already. I work my butt off every day, and made a good enough impression on two other crew foremen that they were asking the VP of the company if they could have me on their crews instead of the crew I'm on. The VP and my foreman didn't want to move me to a different crew, so they decided to give me a raise instead. Woo! The raise is effective on my next paycheque (this coming Friday), so hopefully it'll start to make things easier financially.
Somewhere in the middle of that (actually, closer to the beginning) I officially moved in with Amanda, on the First of May. For the most part, things are good. Every now and then, I do something stupid and there's friction, but it gets resolved one way or another. I'm not doing it justice at all here, but my personal life is just that...
I play Rugby now (I actually can't believe I haven't mentioned that before...) and as my Nana said.. "It's a rough old game." Her brothers used to play back in Scotland, so she knows :P Anyhow, in the game against Napanee (in Kingston...) on Saturday, I was gaining yardage down the sideline (I'm a winger. We're skinny and fast.) when one of the Napanee forwards (who was lagging behind his team, conveniently placing him close to my path) gave me a good shove out of bounds. Normally that's not a problem, except the field was built inside a smallish high school track, covered in stone dust (you know, the really tiny sharp gravel). I kinda went down, and have a nicely sliced up hand, and some nasty road rash on my arm and hip. I'm trying to keep at least my hand covered whenever I'm working, because I really don't want dirt in the cut. That's just not good.
The only downside to landscaping is that it's very weather dependent. If it rains too heavily for an extended period, work is stopped for the day, and we're all sent home. It's sometimes nice to get the extra time off, but as with any other time off, we don't get paid for it. My coworkers keep looking at me oddly when I say I don't want it to rain until after 5:30 which is the latest we usually stop work - there have been rare instances of finishing at 6 or later, and they usually fall on really inconvenient days.
I give credit to my eye for detail (or pickiness... you choose.) for my raking abilities... I can grade an area to almost perfectly level, or follow the contours of the area in such a way as to encourage drainage in a direction better than anybody else on my crew, including the guy who taught me a low effort method of raking topsoil. I also move and spread piles of soil faster than all but my foreman and occasionally the same guy who taught me the raking technique (both of them have years of experience to my three months...).
The only other downside to work is this one guy who is so unbelievably slow. He makes my brain hurt with his slowness, despite my attempts to encourage him to improve, including suggestions for making the work easier. We (the rest of the crew) use his age as an excuse for his lack of motivation, because he's 18 and the rest of us are... older.
Beyond that, not a whole lot to report. The exhaust on the car broke last week and cost too much to repair, but was repaired anyways, since it was REALLY FUCKING LOUD. This has thrown finances into the blender, and if you've ever put money in a blender (I strongly do NOT recommend doing that, by the way), you know it's not pretty. Lots of fiber, but not pretty. Sort of a greyish sludge, if you add some water... I'd imagine.
Anyways... pictures!
Above right
If you look closely, you can see the shitty respray job on the hood, and the rust spots that were apparently supposed to be repaired by whoever did the work.
And that's the car, and a brief summation of the major points of my life.
Since my last real update, the welding job folded because my boss picked up a shit job. The Coles Notes version is as follows, (for those new to this or too lazy to scroll down): Boss picked up job that involved erecting several floors on top of an existing steel framed building. The building engineer (possibly the inspector) came in and looked at the building before work commenced. This person said that the existing structure wasn't even up to code. People work daily in this building. To bring the building to code, work had to be done after hours, and involved cutting away the walls at each joint, tightening or inserting the steel bolts, and grinding and re-welding each joint that required it, as the welds looked like a child had done them. My boss was losing money on the job every day that it continued, and was financially committed to it thoroughly enough that he was unable to pick up smaller jobs to keep the idle employees working. Therefore the welding job essentially went poof in a very gradual way.
Not too long after, I bought the Sunfire (now called the unfire, thanks to creative sticker removal). Shortly after that, I got a job as a labourer with D&G Landscaping, a reasonably large company that focuses primarily on corporate and municipal landscaping projects. This was approximately three months ago, and I am now at the point where my probationary period will end within the next few days, if it hasn't ended already. I work my butt off every day, and made a good enough impression on two other crew foremen that they were asking the VP of the company if they could have me on their crews instead of the crew I'm on. The VP and my foreman didn't want to move me to a different crew, so they decided to give me a raise instead. Woo! The raise is effective on my next paycheque (this coming Friday), so hopefully it'll start to make things easier financially.
Somewhere in the middle of that (actually, closer to the beginning) I officially moved in with Amanda, on the First of May. For the most part, things are good. Every now and then, I do something stupid and there's friction, but it gets resolved one way or another. I'm not doing it justice at all here, but my personal life is just that...
I play Rugby now (I actually can't believe I haven't mentioned that before...) and as my Nana said.. "It's a rough old game." Her brothers used to play back in Scotland, so she knows :P Anyhow, in the game against Napanee (in Kingston...) on Saturday, I was gaining yardage down the sideline (I'm a winger. We're skinny and fast.) when one of the Napanee forwards (who was lagging behind his team, conveniently placing him close to my path) gave me a good shove out of bounds. Normally that's not a problem, except the field was built inside a smallish high school track, covered in stone dust (you know, the really tiny sharp gravel). I kinda went down, and have a nicely sliced up hand, and some nasty road rash on my arm and hip. I'm trying to keep at least my hand covered whenever I'm working, because I really don't want dirt in the cut. That's just not good.
The only downside to landscaping is that it's very weather dependent. If it rains too heavily for an extended period, work is stopped for the day, and we're all sent home. It's sometimes nice to get the extra time off, but as with any other time off, we don't get paid for it. My coworkers keep looking at me oddly when I say I don't want it to rain until after 5:30 which is the latest we usually stop work - there have been rare instances of finishing at 6 or later, and they usually fall on really inconvenient days.
I give credit to my eye for detail (or pickiness... you choose.) for my raking abilities... I can grade an area to almost perfectly level, or follow the contours of the area in such a way as to encourage drainage in a direction better than anybody else on my crew, including the guy who taught me a low effort method of raking topsoil. I also move and spread piles of soil faster than all but my foreman and occasionally the same guy who taught me the raking technique (both of them have years of experience to my three months...).
The only other downside to work is this one guy who is so unbelievably slow. He makes my brain hurt with his slowness, despite my attempts to encourage him to improve, including suggestions for making the work easier. We (the rest of the crew) use his age as an excuse for his lack of motivation, because he's 18 and the rest of us are... older.
Beyond that, not a whole lot to report. The exhaust on the car broke last week and cost too much to repair, but was repaired anyways, since it was REALLY FUCKING LOUD. This has thrown finances into the blender, and if you've ever put money in a blender (I strongly do NOT recommend doing that, by the way), you know it's not pretty. Lots of fiber, but not pretty. Sort of a greyish sludge, if you add some water... I'd imagine.
Anyways... pictures!
Front (duh...)
You can see the bug and mud splatter from driving to the job interview.
You can see the bug and mud splatter from driving to the job interview.
Above right
If you look closely, you can see the shitty respray job on the hood, and the rust spots that were apparently supposed to be repaired by whoever did the work.
And that's the car, and a brief summation of the major points of my life.
17 March 2007
Vroom again
I've got a car. It's a Sunfire GT. Manual transmission. Snow tires (and no all-seasons... once I can afford them, rims and tires are in order). Pictures to come at some point.
Back to drinking!
Back to drinking!
04 March 2007
Unfortunate Events
It sucks when circumstances out of your control force you to give up something you've convinced yourself that you need. I took the truck back today, because the financing company won't finance me. They require me to have been at my current job for at least a year, and my boss thinks I started at the beginning of February (I started the beginning of January).
I'm so sad right now. It's practically perfect. The only change I'd make would be to have a v-8 instead of a v-6 engine, but given the price of gas today ($1.00.8 pretty much everywhere in the city) I'm not so concerned. I'll probably end up getting a POS Sunfire or something like that. If I'm lucky, I'll find a GT, but no matter what, I need a vehicle. Soon enough I'll be able to afford something, once work picks up and such, I can either trade in whatever POS I get, or just get a second vehicle for summer or something. Since A has a vehicle already though, I might just do the trade-in thing after all. Regardless, I need a vehicle by the end of the week.
It's quite unfortunate, but nobody can co-sign with me, so as soon as I get the money back, I need to have already found suitable vehicles within my price range.
....
..In other news, my future landlady kicks ass. She just brought us the makings for dinner! Pasta with bacon (and possibly some sort of cream sauce), salad with what looked like feta, some lots-of-grains bread and some sort of dipping sauge or something for it, plus dressing for the salad. Woo!
I miss it already. It was fun being able to drive over things that stop less... capable.. vehicles. Like curbs. When people stop in the middle of the road right in front of me. Jerks.
I'm so sad right now. It's practically perfect. The only change I'd make would be to have a v-8 instead of a v-6 engine, but given the price of gas today ($1.00.8 pretty much everywhere in the city) I'm not so concerned. I'll probably end up getting a POS Sunfire or something like that. If I'm lucky, I'll find a GT, but no matter what, I need a vehicle. Soon enough I'll be able to afford something, once work picks up and such, I can either trade in whatever POS I get, or just get a second vehicle for summer or something. Since A has a vehicle already though, I might just do the trade-in thing after all. Regardless, I need a vehicle by the end of the week.
It's quite unfortunate, but nobody can co-sign with me, so as soon as I get the money back, I need to have already found suitable vehicles within my price range.
....
..In other news, my future landlady kicks ass. She just brought us the makings for dinner! Pasta with bacon (and possibly some sort of cream sauce), salad with what looked like feta, some lots-of-grains bread and some sort of dipping sauge or something for it, plus dressing for the salad. Woo!
I miss it already. It was fun being able to drive over things that stop less... capable.. vehicles. Like curbs. When people stop in the middle of the road right in front of me. Jerks.
20 February 2007
Vroom!
I have a truck now. Look! Look!
It's a 1999 Dodge Dakota Club Cab 4x4 with the Sport appearance package, which means it's got aggressive tires and a slightly higher suspension than some of the other 4x4 Dakotas I've seen (It's used, don't pester me about it being a specific option you can choose and blah blah blah.).
Because of the light dusting of snow we got last night, the driveway here was just a little bit slippery, so I had to switch it from 2wd to 4wd (seriously. no weight in the back plus a slippy inclined drive equals no chance in hell of getting up it). The only tricky part about backing it up in the driveway is the neightbours who park their SUV with the passenger side wheels on our side of the drive. It's been a minor point of contention ever since my gf got her car, but normally the drive is long enough to handle that, since they park further up. One of these days, they're going to park too far over, and I'm going to scrape them, and it'll be their fault for not giving me enough room.
See what I mean? (Okay, you can't see it very well, and now it's too dark to take a good pic of it, but there's about 14 inches between my truck and their SUV)
Aside from all that, the lack of normal work hasn't kept me from making money. No, I'm not doing anything illegal, I'm just helping do some work at a few BouClair stores in the area. The Merivale location is renovating their Blinds department, which I knew about before I left. I don't know what it was that made me think of it, but when I found out I wouldn't have work for a month, and happened to be in the store shortly afterwards, I stopped in and spoke with my former boss about it. She told me the dates that they would be doing the work, and when I mentioned I would be available prior to that, she told me that she migh need me for a few weeks before that, too. Last week I relocated a series of shelf bases (they call them "gondolas" which I think is the french term for them, BouClair being a Montreal-based company) and moved a lot of blinds and such. Due to difficulties with the truck (a clamp for one of the rad hoses broke and emptied the radiator onto the road as I was driving it home on Saturday after taking delivery of it) I was unable to work Monday and today, but I'm out in Barbequehaven tomorrow and Thursday, and back to Merivale after that.
I have a truck! Glee!
It's a 1999 Dodge Dakota Club Cab 4x4 with the Sport appearance package, which means it's got aggressive tires and a slightly higher suspension than some of the other 4x4 Dakotas I've seen (It's used, don't pester me about it being a specific option you can choose and blah blah blah.).
Because of the light dusting of snow we got last night, the driveway here was just a little bit slippery, so I had to switch it from 2wd to 4wd (seriously. no weight in the back plus a slippy inclined drive equals no chance in hell of getting up it). The only tricky part about backing it up in the driveway is the neightbours who park their SUV with the passenger side wheels on our side of the drive. It's been a minor point of contention ever since my gf got her car, but normally the drive is long enough to handle that, since they park further up. One of these days, they're going to park too far over, and I'm going to scrape them, and it'll be their fault for not giving me enough room.
See what I mean? (Okay, you can't see it very well, and now it's too dark to take a good pic of it, but there's about 14 inches between my truck and their SUV)
Aside from all that, the lack of normal work hasn't kept me from making money. No, I'm not doing anything illegal, I'm just helping do some work at a few BouClair stores in the area. The Merivale location is renovating their Blinds department, which I knew about before I left. I don't know what it was that made me think of it, but when I found out I wouldn't have work for a month, and happened to be in the store shortly afterwards, I stopped in and spoke with my former boss about it. She told me the dates that they would be doing the work, and when I mentioned I would be available prior to that, she told me that she migh need me for a few weeks before that, too. Last week I relocated a series of shelf bases (they call them "gondolas" which I think is the french term for them, BouClair being a Montreal-based company) and moved a lot of blinds and such. Due to difficulties with the truck (a clamp for one of the rad hoses broke and emptied the radiator onto the road as I was driving it home on Saturday after taking delivery of it) I was unable to work Monday and today, but I'm out in Barbequehaven tomorrow and Thursday, and back to Merivale after that.
I have a truck! Glee!
02 February 2007
Goings on and such.
Well, work is temporarily on hold indefinitely. Turns out the site we're supposed to be at is so screwed up that the engineers came in, and went over the entire first story of the building and halted any further work until the building is completely re-done. Apparently it'll cost about $100,000 to fix everything that's wrong with it, and we can't do any further work until that's taken care of. My boss said that they might just build another one next to it instead of re-doing it, because it would be cheaper. It's a government building, so it's not like they have a shortage of money :P Until Doug (boss) can find another job for us, there's not much that we can do. Which reminds me, I have to get in touch with him to get my last paycheck.
My grandparents loaned me some money, and I think Mom is cashing out my RESP (with help from my brother - thanks, bud!) and I'm in the market for a truck or a Jeep (something with 4x4 to get around, and out of, jobsites - the snow is often deep, and they get muddy in spring and sometimes in summer). We shall see what I come up with, but once I have a vehicle, my pay goes up a dollar an hour, and in three months, goes up another dollar. Woo!
Ear mold appointment today, since my hearing aids are whistling a lot due to feedback caused by mold shrinkage. Eye checkup on Monday, as well as new contacts, and a hearing test to see about getting my aids' amplification updated if it's necessary. I haven't had one since 1998, when I went to CHEO and got paid some money to participate in a study for a new method of hearing testing. It was cool, since I got time off school, and got to sit and read for 45 minutes straight, in a quiet room.
I think that's about it for now. Further updates as events warrant!
My grandparents loaned me some money, and I think Mom is cashing out my RESP (with help from my brother - thanks, bud!) and I'm in the market for a truck or a Jeep (something with 4x4 to get around, and out of, jobsites - the snow is often deep, and they get muddy in spring and sometimes in summer). We shall see what I come up with, but once I have a vehicle, my pay goes up a dollar an hour, and in three months, goes up another dollar. Woo!
Ear mold appointment today, since my hearing aids are whistling a lot due to feedback caused by mold shrinkage. Eye checkup on Monday, as well as new contacts, and a hearing test to see about getting my aids' amplification updated if it's necessary. I haven't had one since 1998, when I went to CHEO and got paid some money to participate in a study for a new method of hearing testing. It was cool, since I got time off school, and got to sit and read for 45 minutes straight, in a quiet room.
I think that's about it for now. Further updates as events warrant!
21 January 2007
Jorb
Two weeks in, the new job kicks ass. It's cold some days, warm others, and good honest hard work all the time. The first week was spent building a steel structure for a roof to connect some portables to a school out in Kanata, and that only took a few days. As soon as we got that done, we started work on the steel framing for a garage out by Moodie and Fallowfield. It's quite exhilarating to be up on the decking two stories up (3 if you're talking residential stories, which we're not). Most of the decking is done and welded to the joists, and the building looks like something resembling a building rather than a bunch of giant steel sticks all stuck together. The most aggravating part of the job is something really minor and something we can't do much about: The placement of the column mounting points in the foundation aren't always exactly where theyr'e supposed to be, which means that when the girts and beams are made to spec, they don't always fit in practice. Luckily most of the variances in length are minor enough that the columns can be pulled into alignment with spud wrenches (a wrench with a pointed handle designed specifically for the purpose of joining girts/beams/columns together) and a lot of brute force.
I'm sore in places I haven't been sore in a long time, and because I'm up at 5:15 to bus to my boss's place so I can catch a ride to the site(s), I'm exhausted by 10 PM. Quite the change from my old habits of staying up until 2 AM and not working until noon or later. I think I like this better, though. When summer comes around, there will be lots of overtime, and likely 60 hour weeks. The main thing to keep in mind then will be hydration. 35 degree (Celsius) days up on steel decking, with the sun beating down (and reflecting up) on you... Water is very important then. It's not such a concern right now, though I still manage to work up a sweat with a lot of the stuff I do. Besides, running around in snow is much like running around in sand, and just moving quickly can be tiring enough if you're not in shape (which I thankfully still am, for the most part).
I need a car as soon as possible, partly because it means my wages will go up a dollar immediately, and partly because it really sucks having to get up at 5:15 and not arrive at the jobsite until 7:15-7:30... The plan (that I thought about, but am going through with now that my mom has suggested it to me independently) is to talk to my grandparents about it and see if they're willing to help me out. If they are, I might be able to get my hands on a reasonable car that's pretty reliable in the near future. Not sure what I'll get yet, though I'm looking at Honda/Acura and Mazda. Or a truck of some sort. Preferably a Dakota with an extended cab and 4x4 (because no 4x4 means it'll be easy for me to get stuck in some of the jobsites - not all of them have paved parking lots...).
I'm sore in places I haven't been sore in a long time, and because I'm up at 5:15 to bus to my boss's place so I can catch a ride to the site(s), I'm exhausted by 10 PM. Quite the change from my old habits of staying up until 2 AM and not working until noon or later. I think I like this better, though. When summer comes around, there will be lots of overtime, and likely 60 hour weeks. The main thing to keep in mind then will be hydration. 35 degree (Celsius) days up on steel decking, with the sun beating down (and reflecting up) on you... Water is very important then. It's not such a concern right now, though I still manage to work up a sweat with a lot of the stuff I do. Besides, running around in snow is much like running around in sand, and just moving quickly can be tiring enough if you're not in shape (which I thankfully still am, for the most part).
I need a car as soon as possible, partly because it means my wages will go up a dollar immediately, and partly because it really sucks having to get up at 5:15 and not arrive at the jobsite until 7:15-7:30... The plan (that I thought about, but am going through with now that my mom has suggested it to me independently) is to talk to my grandparents about it and see if they're willing to help me out. If they are, I might be able to get my hands on a reasonable car that's pretty reliable in the near future. Not sure what I'll get yet, though I'm looking at Honda/Acura and Mazda. Or a truck of some sort. Preferably a Dakota with an extended cab and 4x4 (because no 4x4 means it'll be easy for me to get stuck in some of the jobsites - not all of them have paved parking lots...).
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