I am sore

 Boy did some lawn work with Paul. Really found it frustrating, to say the least. He brought four extension cords. Two didn`t work. The hedge trimmer burned out the connectors, so that became useless. The weed eater was a tool from hell. Hard getting started, and hard to keep going. One thing I really hate is pulling those stupid cords all day, just to have it peter out. I had to use clippers for most of the hedges, and there was a lot of hedges. It was a corner house, and they went all around. Finally used the neighbours hedge trimmer. I think he had them for twenty years, but never sharpened them. Everything seemed like a peice of shit. It was hot and sunny too. That didn`t help. I was sweating my ass off. and the sun was baking me because I took my shirt off. I can feel it now alright. Took us all fucking day to do it. Every time I touched that weed eater something went wrong, and it kept konking out. Peice of shit. That seemed to be my words for today. Peice of shit. Can`t count how many times I said it. Frigging weed wacker, you`de get it going, then the line was run out. Stoped and got that fixed. Then it would conk out every 5 minutes. All I seemed to be doing was pulling that frigging cord all day. Then at the last place, now this was funny. It was a freind of Pauls that owned the house. The grass was two feet tall. He had been trying to cut it with a push mower. There was a small patch where you could see he tried, but gave up. Indian people really are funny. They seem to be so cheap. It`s not racist by any means, but it`s really funny the extent that they go not to spend any money. Aparantly the city was going to fine him if he didn`t cut the grass. If I only had a push mower, you can bet your ass I wouldn`t wait untill it was two feet tall. I was cutting down the grass with weed eater, and then the guard falls off, so I kept going. I was covered with grass clippings all over me by the end. Then the line runs out again, and Paul didn`t bring any extra. Then he gets a snow shovell and tells me to flatten the rest of the grass so it doesn`t look so bad, and they don`t get a ticket. Unbelievable. Well, I got payed for the day, and that was alright, not much, but it was helpfull. Then I get home, and Bob wants me to work with him for a couple of hours. That would really be all I need. If anything ever goes right with these guys it would be a miracle. I wasn`t going to go, and I told Bob that, but after thinking, I thought I`m just going to be sitting here on the computer, so I might as well make some money. I called Bob back, but he changed his mind, which is most likely good. When I work with Bob he has way of pissing me off, And it takes about a week to recover. Glad he changed his mind anyway. I am sore, and I can feel the heat in my body from too much sun. Oh well, at least I`m sober, thank God.