Yes, I have been very busy working. They tell me I'm working 10 hour days but when I figure the numbers over twelve hours are gone from my day when its done. Between that and laundry and kindergarten, the day goes by fast.
Work is interesting. You don't need to know anyone's name... everyone just goes by "motherf**ker." There is a group of guys that cruise around on special forklifts where the driver can rise up to 50 feet. I've been working with the "tugs." Tugs are like bumpercars built by Hummer. The forklift guys load little trailers with furniture and the tugs pick up the trailers and take them to the bays to be trucked out onto the highways. Driving a tug is like being a mechanical centipede in a land of furniture. I still have to get down carrying mattresses over my head. Those pillowtop queensized ones make you stagger around like a drunk man.
Everyone has to take lunch and break together because a guy was crushed to death by a row of marble tables that fell on him like dominos last year. No more working alone. The mofos taped his obituary on the shelf where he died.
At lunch time the TV is always set to TV Land: All in the Family. It's awkward to watch Archie Bunker rant on about how he refuses to "break bread with Jungle Bunnies" when there are several black people eating next to you. Anyway, it's already time for me to go again. Catch you all later.