humpty grumpy

[larris]

been thinking about yesterday. worked up a mood. gently helped by my co-workers. as I wrote in an SMS to Stephan: "these people are incredible. I had forgotten there were people like that around still."

if nothing else, that piano incident strengthened my resolve to stay out of the blue-collar biz as much as possible. but now I needed the money badly. =\

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[maragor.livejournal.com]

"the piano incident" sounded quite expensive... what happened?

[larris.livejournal.com]

see, there was this black piano from 1929 or thereabouts. the driver (and leader of my team) got really worked up when, before we departed, he asked me if I had lifted a piano before and I answered in the negative. (still, I helped with that safe a week ago. that went really well.)

so I tried to be helpful. told him on my own initiative that the tiled floor had withstood rolling the piano with only cardboard in between when it was moved in, because that's what the lady told me (she and I got along well when I discovered she was reading Pride and Prejudice). nah. all red-faced, he asked me what the fuck I was talking about and we were gonna lift it, lift, not roll, what was wrong with me that I couldn't just lift a goddamn piano.

note: I'm not afraid of lifting, but it'd better be with my legs. my leg muscles are pretty well trained.

and so we went on to lift it. I needed help adjusting the knot on the strap, since I had never tied one of those before. all while the three others grew more and more impatient. and in the end the slob who was on the same end as I was just said fuck it, let's move it now and get it over with. so my strap wasn't properly adjusted when we were taking it down the porch, which meant the weight wasn't equally distributed, which (fortunately for me, after all) meant the others got the bulk of the weight on them. that did nothing to improve their moods.

but the piano came through just right, after all. not a scratch. (which, in all fairness, was not thanks to me.)

that was about right before lunch. after that no matter what suggestions and ideas for solutions I came up with got scoffed at. and people were generally sour towards me. and I was eating the insides of my cheeks all the time.

I'm not used to being treated in a disrespectful manner like that. bad days at work happen to everyone, but this was IMO just because of the bad people.

I'm not used to being this misanthropic, either. blah. =

[larris.livejournal.com]

oh, and I seriously contemplated just going back, sign my hours, inform them of my bank account number and never come back. the reason I didn't was first and foremost that the nice lady would have gotten into trouble. and she had done me no wrong.

but it can't, and I won't, go on like this.

[metalbird.livejournal.com]

Flaggermust-skjortemeldingen din var fin å få :) Jeg er hjemme igjen, følte meg aldeles ribba uten noe som helst id eller peng og slikt. Kanskje jeg kan møte dere over en kopp tse når halsen min er bettre? Hadde vært koselig.

[larris.livejournal.com]

tse sammen på Divan eller lignende er en overordentlig utmerket plan. =)

men vi vet ikke ennå når vi reiser til Skåne, da. i løpet av helga for sure, men ikkeno ut over det.

vi er veldig leie oss for pengboka di. =(

GOD BEDRING!

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[metalbird.livejournal.com]

Jeg hadde en kunde på jobben som skulle ha "karta over Shanghai". Han var fra Skåne. Gjett hvem som sa "hæ??". Heh.

Jeg er ikke bare bitter over alt som er borte, men faktisk selve lommeboka, siden den var søt og tacky og slem og kul. Kanskje jeg kan få noen til å sy en som likner. :)

Send en pling når det måtte passe! Og kos dere!!!