A televised beer bath
I have started a few new jobs through a temp agency while I wait for my winningz from my claim to come in. One of the first jobs I did waz with a moving company, we moved theze old people from one appartment building to the one accross the street, it waz kind of annoying cuz I waz expecting them to move into a nice house or something, not just literally accross the street. So while ripping my already bulging muscles with the heavy lifting and carrying of unnecessarily awkward round couchez wraped in slippery plastic, the husband who iz 20 yrz older than hiz comparable hot wife, iz complaining about the TV. This guy loves hiz TV, here'z a bit of the convo I heard between the old couple while I waz setting up their bed....
Old Man: "Woman! Where'z the TV?"
Old Woman: "Ed, It's on the floor"
Old Man: "Well what's it doin there?"
Old Woman: "We don't need it yet, and it's gonna go in the den next to the piano"
Old Man: No, I want it in the bed room"
Old Woman: " Oh Ed, we don't need it in the bed room"
Old Man: "Well what are we gonna watch?"
Old Woman: " I swear sometimez you should have married that damn TV"
Old Man: " Pfff! I'll plug it in, hand me that chord"
Old Woman: What chord?"
Old Man: "The one in your hand"
Old Woman: "The long one?"
Old Man: " Oh for the love of........"
Eventually he got it all together and waz quite satisfied, then promptly told hiz wife to hand him the phone book so he could hook up some cable.
It waz a classic old people argument over nothing , so cute.
Then today I had a job at a recycling plant, where all I did waz basically take perfectly good 24'z of beer, wine and spirits, smashed them open and then threw then onto a convyrbelt for the bottlez to be recycled.
Beer, Vodka, Whine waz splashed all over me everytime I smashed open a case, and glass flew everywhere, luckly I had a protective shield over my face so az not to gauge out mine eyez . after that lovely task, I waz asked to wade through the foamy aftermath of alcohol that waz up to my shinz, look for glass, and shovel it out into a huge plastic dumpster.
Now I know It's not the most glamourus job in the world, but it'll have to do till my ship comes in. I know it will, it's just taken a while, that's all.
Old Man: "Woman! Where'z the TV?"
Old Woman: "Ed, It's on the floor"
Old Man: "Well what's it doin there?"
Old Woman: "We don't need it yet, and it's gonna go in the den next to the piano"
Old Man: No, I want it in the bed room"
Old Woman: " Oh Ed, we don't need it in the bed room"
Old Man: "Well what are we gonna watch?"
Old Woman: " I swear sometimez you should have married that damn TV"
Old Man: " Pfff! I'll plug it in, hand me that chord"
Old Woman: What chord?"
Old Man: "The one in your hand"
Old Woman: "The long one?"
Old Man: " Oh for the love of........"
Eventually he got it all together and waz quite satisfied, then promptly told hiz wife to hand him the phone book so he could hook up some cable.
It waz a classic old people argument over nothing , so cute.
Then today I had a job at a recycling plant, where all I did waz basically take perfectly good 24'z of beer, wine and spirits, smashed them open and then threw then onto a convyrbelt for the bottlez to be recycled.
Beer, Vodka, Whine waz splashed all over me everytime I smashed open a case, and glass flew everywhere, luckly I had a protective shield over my face so az not to gauge out mine eyez . after that lovely task, I waz asked to wade through the foamy aftermath of alcohol that waz up to my shinz, look for glass, and shovel it out into a huge plastic dumpster.
Now I know It's not the most glamourus job in the world, but it'll have to do till my ship comes in. I know it will, it's just taken a while, that's all.
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