I dont do chit breaks. As breaks.
Dint need to at my job. Nobody messes with us.
Get the work done, everything's good.
But...came up farming, logging, construction.
The first two, the world is your toilet. Not hard to
find a place. Lots of schitz in the gutter in the barn.
Then, went to long haul trucking.
Schitter hell!
Try running round the clock, living on naps, coffee, and truck stop/gas station
grub. Getting the screamers is common. Having a sitter nearby isnt.
Ingenuity kicks in. If you can pull over in a right hand turn, you turn hard right
just be for you stop. Creates a link in the truck you can hide in. Just squat
beside the drives drop your guts.
Or, hop up between truck and trailer.
Perch in the frame like a bird and drop it.
Hopefully, you miss the drive shaft.
Mechanics dont like a chitty shaft.
Or, the splatter when it flings off.
Current job is nirvana.
2 hopper men's room about 60 feet from my machine.
Usually has vacancies. Kept stocked and clean. Usually.
Since we have no female workers, the woman's is a good backup.
Butt!
The janitorial service recently hired an autistic kid.
It's become....interesting.
He doesn't understand the difference between the act of cleaning,
And the idea of cleaning.
He does exactly what he was taught.
The procedure, not the result.
The floor gets mopped daily.
If there is mud?
He mops just like the floor was clean to start.
The hopper holes?
He cleans daily.
Scrubs the same spot, same brush strokes.
Everyday. Spotless.
Where he scrubs!
The bowls are starting to look a deer with piebald tiger stripes!
Must be a government thing with him.
We used to get a janitor 2 days a week.
With him, it's daily.
And, some lady comes in to watch him.
But, she just plays on the phone.
Would love to see the tital numbers on the cost of having
"Rainman" as a janitor.
The fella that was our janitor has about 1100 acres. That’s where myself and renegade hunt arrowheads.
We had 3 janitors
Our guy
Another dude with a cleft lip and palate, we called him ‘Sharkey’
And another dude with a flipper for a left hand. He was Three-Finger Robbie. He was a also a DJ on the side. That flipper could spin the wheels of steel.
