We were monkey acrobats at that place. We were forever cleaning ducts. Sometimes, we got to use the man-lift. Usually, they just left us up there, 50 feet off the ground, scrubbing the sheet metal with our acetone infused rags.
We got to work with a LOT of Acetone. As a precaution, they required us to wear respirators. Some didn’t. Clearly, they had no brain cells to kill anyway, so no biggie. I wore mine religiously, but I’m pretty sure it was just a placebo.
Bubba represents all the IDIOTS we worked with. We were all young, but some of them were young and stupid. Since we were required to write our names on our hardhats, I joked that I was going to write Bubba, but pronounce it “Boob-Uh.”
90% of the time, my job was to go into a big room ,full of electrical equipment, and pour canned dirt on the dusty floor. Next, I had to sweep up said dirt. Finally, I had to mop it up. Day in, day out.
Music Inspired by Bamatick
Every so often, music indelibly stamps itself to my life. With perfect clarity, whenever I hear a certain song, I am transported through time to the past. The music that goes with this event is:
Foolish Pride, by Travis Tritt
Someone had a radio on (set to KIZN?) and I liked the song. The rest of the album is really good too. It’s one of the few country albums I own.
My very first day, my friend and I were assigned to go into a small room and vacuum water out of the concrete. It took all day. I really enjoyed the bilingual danger signs, “Peligro Alto Voltage.”
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