Back in the real world.
Boy, I haven't been able to get to a computer in a few days. I've been working doing exterior painting. It was pretty hard work. I'm a bit sore all over.
Fell off this stupid milk crate I was standing on to paint this one spot. not sure what happened, but I landed very hard right on my back. I was scared that I might have fucked up my rotator cuff again, so I just layed there for a bit. The other guy I was working with just stayed in the kitchen washing his rag. fucking guy didn't even come over to help me up, or see if I was allright. I can't believe how self centered some people that I'm seeing are.
Working with Greg isn't going to work out I think. The first day I was in a bad mood and I started telling off the other guy, and Greg. They kept talking as if I didn't know how to paint. I do know how to paint. Sometimes I may do something different, but I know what I'm doing. I've been painting around 20 years. I had my own business for about 10 years.
I kept getting the feeling that they were more concerned with finding faults just to show I didn't know what I was doing. Just something that really gets my head spinning.
I know I can't fight it. I can't tell them off. so I tried to just ride it out, but it bugged me. At the end off the job I was certain that they were playing head games. I don't like that, so I'm almost certain that I won't work with Greg again. He's not a painter, but I am. I don't like having to keep my mouth shut, or being told to do something a certain way, when I know I can do it another way better. just bullshit.
Anyway, I feel pretty good today. Got some money in my pocket now, and that feels good. A lot more secure now. I can't put it in the bank because O.W, may check it and start asking questions about how I got it. So I can either lock in my box, or carry it on me. I think I'll lock it up.
Went to my Dr the other day. he's actually pretty good. He filled out my disability papers, so now I have to do the rest. there's some social worker that will be here on Thursday to help me do the rest off the forms.
I'm going to keep looking on Kijjiji for other jobs. there is work out there, but you need to keep your feet moving. I find when I just keep moving, and focused on getting a job, jobs will suddenly appear sooner or later.
So that's about it for now. I've been cleaning here all day. I can't believe some of these guys the way they bitch about everything. some start bitching because I'm cleaning. Some I get the impression that they want to fight me or something. they give me these dirty looks, and sometimes sarcastic remarks. this is only the odd one. Most will thank me for cleaning. But all it takes sometimes to get my mind spinning is that one odd remark.
So I guess that's it for now. I think I'm just going to relaxe tonight, and perhaps tomorrow. It's been getting hotter these past few day's. Maybe that's why everyone seems bitchy. anyway, thank you, Lord.
Fell off this stupid milk crate I was standing on to paint this one spot. not sure what happened, but I landed very hard right on my back. I was scared that I might have fucked up my rotator cuff again, so I just layed there for a bit. The other guy I was working with just stayed in the kitchen washing his rag. fucking guy didn't even come over to help me up, or see if I was allright. I can't believe how self centered some people that I'm seeing are.
Working with Greg isn't going to work out I think. The first day I was in a bad mood and I started telling off the other guy, and Greg. They kept talking as if I didn't know how to paint. I do know how to paint. Sometimes I may do something different, but I know what I'm doing. I've been painting around 20 years. I had my own business for about 10 years.
I kept getting the feeling that they were more concerned with finding faults just to show I didn't know what I was doing. Just something that really gets my head spinning.
I know I can't fight it. I can't tell them off. so I tried to just ride it out, but it bugged me. At the end off the job I was certain that they were playing head games. I don't like that, so I'm almost certain that I won't work with Greg again. He's not a painter, but I am. I don't like having to keep my mouth shut, or being told to do something a certain way, when I know I can do it another way better. just bullshit.
Anyway, I feel pretty good today. Got some money in my pocket now, and that feels good. A lot more secure now. I can't put it in the bank because O.W, may check it and start asking questions about how I got it. So I can either lock in my box, or carry it on me. I think I'll lock it up.
Went to my Dr the other day. he's actually pretty good. He filled out my disability papers, so now I have to do the rest. there's some social worker that will be here on Thursday to help me do the rest off the forms.
I'm going to keep looking on Kijjiji for other jobs. there is work out there, but you need to keep your feet moving. I find when I just keep moving, and focused on getting a job, jobs will suddenly appear sooner or later.
So that's about it for now. I've been cleaning here all day. I can't believe some of these guys the way they bitch about everything. some start bitching because I'm cleaning. Some I get the impression that they want to fight me or something. they give me these dirty looks, and sometimes sarcastic remarks. this is only the odd one. Most will thank me for cleaning. But all it takes sometimes to get my mind spinning is that one odd remark.
So I guess that's it for now. I think I'm just going to relaxe tonight, and perhaps tomorrow. It's been getting hotter these past few day's. Maybe that's why everyone seems bitchy. anyway, thank you, Lord.
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fukk those mean people. hope your back is ok