I was walking up to Jesse’s house when I saw a family of cats from afar. “Aww…a mommy cat and her kittens, but where’s the father? Must have left them when he found out about the litter” Yes, this young single parent cat had already seen her fair share of problems. It looked like she was put in a blender, with hair patches missing and cuts in her ears. The point is that this is the only cat that has ever scared me; she looked like she wanted to immobilize me so her young could feed on me. This only goes to show that it doesn’t pay to drop out of high school and run away from home.
Why is it that whenever you go to parties and talk to people you don’t really know, the conversation always plays out the same way? (Well you may not do it, but I do) Questions like: “How’s school going for you?” or “How’s work treating you?” OK, no one likes school… most hate it, so why ask people about it every time you see them? Same with work, it doesn’t change… its always horrible. Anyway it seems that you can’t get to know someone asking these questions, yet you ask them because you don’t know them well enough to say anything meaningful. It’s a vicious cycle. Then after about three of these ridiculous questions one or both parties loses interest, and conversation fizzles out: “Yeaaaa…soooo…I’m gona get something...to uh…drink...” I guess this is why I always say “fortune favors the brave.”
Being in the RBC Safety department is a great assignment. Some feel like it’s a cushy job though, not requiring any effort. The real truth is that it’s much more difficult than holding up sheet rock with your head, or spending 4hours in the ceiling patching insulation. Why? Because you are somewhat responsible for other people’s actions, and sometimes people make interesting choices. But it isn’t like we are the Safety Gestapo, ordering people around…although that would be funny: “Vhat are you doing wiff zat hammer? Zoo are doing it WRONG! VHERE ARE YOUR PAPERS!!! NEIN!!!” Keeping others safe is a full time job, that pretty much rules out any physical labor at the work site (except for standing…have to do a lot of that). A few examples of the kind of reminders I was giving were along the lines of: “Brother… it may not be a good idea to cut that insulation on top of 3 electrical cords” or for the workers clearing the back lot: “OK…so umm… watch out for snakes….and… stay hydrated!” The little ones need reminders as well: “ Hey kids! This trash can isn’t going to empty itself! Lets keep it moving :)”
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Well thanks for the insight. Didn't know all those jokes about the safety dept being just for older or more incapacitated ones so that they could feel used was getting to you. Surry...But while you're at it, you should include lunch and eating times in the safety service. "Un Guntha, don't eat too much choc-lottte!"
Ernie told me he met you last weekend and was explaining your RBC safety quest...I must say, he already does a nice impression of you considering neither of us know you extremely well-eh, it made me laugh.
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Vivre la Giprockerz!
There is a lot of deep thought that goes into balancing giprock on your head! I often wonder things like, if the safety committee is keeping us safe, who's keeping them safe? (about then my head tilts and the giprock falls down!)
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