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Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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6:25p
Today finds me worn down and needing a day off.
The book Religion Gone Bad by Mel White is a total fucking disappointment.
The title should be "How Evangelicals Are Keeping Gays From Marriage, and Other Redundancies."
Don't sell a book that's just about the gay agenda, as a book that's about the anti-religion agenda. Especially not making it noted that the author went to seminary schools and is a firm believer in both religion and god.
I still have two more days of work facing me down.
I realize one thing I hate about my job is the friendships I make just for them to quit, get fired, get hurt, or get transferred.
I'm tired of it.
Jeff H. (almost killed me last year, overloaded a boulder) just called recently. We got close and enjoyed the hell out of each other, even after working 12 hours together. Of course he got transferred and now I get to talk to him maybe once every few months.
I just wish I could put together my dream team of the explosives crew. No whiners, no pussies, all hard workers, and all great senses of humor.
We have one faghat on the crew that will shake at the sight of lightning. YES lightning has a possibility of setting a shot off. Has it ever? NO. Get the fuck over it. When it's one hour till shot time and shift change, do not go pussy over a lightning bolt. Wire it up, get the fuck out, and shoot it.
He also gets pussy over working under the highwalls. The main reason he does this is just so that one of us will do it instead. Fuck if a rock does crush us we get big money. If we die our family gets an automatic million dollars AS LONG AS we have all our safety equipment on. Fuck it.
I've lost focus.
I quit.
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