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2007-12-13 13:31:29 ET
Tired as fuck comes to mind. My face is windburnt to the point of wearing a wife beater outside in 19 degree weather sounds appealing.
One of our foremen decided not to shore a trench we were digging. 8 feet deep. The base of the soil was clay. Also the frost had reached to the two foot level.I reluctently went into the trench to calibrate the pitch of a sanitary drain line. Looked okay. On my way out, half the trench collapsed on me!!! I was buried waist deep in soil and clods of clay weighing in at 200 lbs plus. Luckily I turned just as the trench collapsed, so my face was pretty much against the wall. Being semi clostrophobic. I scurried to remove what clods around me I could reach/ lift.Found a nearby half buried shovel, and started scooping away. Two co-workers jumped into the trench, and 25 minutes later I was free. Lost my gum and starbursts and a pack of smokes. I was fucking livid at the foreman. I was half tempted to brain him with the metal end of the shovel.
So....How was your Thursday? |
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