February 25, 2010
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I really love my job, even though there are times where I have to grudgingly force myself through tough shit that less willful minded people would simply walk away from.
Today I had to climb through a dusty attic filled with old fiberglass insulation (the kind that just pierces through your skin). The roof was of the gabled triangle variety and left me with about 2′ clearance below the peak to crawl on top of thin 1″ thick rafters elevated a foot above the actual ceiling joists. Laying on top of the damn things really hurt since they kind of bite at your nerves pressed between wood and bone. Not only do I have to breath stale dusty shit-quality air through a cheap mask and lay upon these thin slats of wood. I also have to be extra careful not to put any weight on the drywall below, or else the ceilings would get damaged.
All that I’ve written sounds like blah, blah, blah. So, I will simply say it was hell and leave it at that.
I’m free now.
Comments (5)
You’re free as in…?
@Vitamin_D -
As in not trapped in an attic to die.
RYC: A 3rd sandwich would’ve made a difference?
@Vitamin_D -
Then I wouldn’t have been hungry.
RYC: A tweet is a post on twitter. As for the screenshot, I was spelling the word ‘blood’ with my hands. It’s a gang symbol from the L.A. gang, ‘The Bloods.’ I would not recommend you doing that if you visit L.A. I’m not a gangster or gangster wannabe. Just wanted to try it out.