by Nic Olson
I got a job. I’m a bonafide construction worker. I don’t know what bonafide means, but it sounds great. First day I ripped up carpet, cut off baseboards, salvaged some windows and of course, cut my finger. Numerous times the dude I was working with told me I was doing good for my first day. If there were gold stars in the construction community, I’d already have several. I’m hoping my jobs remain indoors for a while. Like six more months until spring hits, if not, I need some new long-johns.
What is so long about John? Maybe it’s a working stiffy…
I get paid on October 5. So, until then, work sucks.