I started my job, of three years now, several weeks ago and I've finally got a solid schedule! I work at a garden market, with a huge turnover for employees. I spend most of my day lifting the heavier bales of dirt and soil and moss to restock the store. Although, I get to validate my existence every now and again when I get to work with the flowers. I love the flowers, they're all so nice smelling. :) Does anybody else feel good when they know that they're helping something grow to it's full health and potential? It makes me feel like I've achieved something after I see a plant or basket I've worked on bloom and grow. :)
Just after I started on my new old job, Bre and I finished exams. I only had three this year thank god. I had English, Math and History. I worked during exams again. >.<
Not even three days ago now, I was On Call instead of at work for once, and so my father had me help with the loading and breaking of concrete for a man who needed it loaded into a trailer. I broke over or near two tonnes of rock that afternoon. Some of it fought back. :P
I had swung the maul too hard and the head went straight through the concrete slab I hit and carried my arms with the momentum. I ended up "punching" the edge of the newly-cracked-now-smaller concrete slab with my right hand. I took a good portion of the skin and flesh off my right knuckles. xD Thank god I was wearing gloves, I probably would have broken something if I wasn't. :P
Now, I haven't done anything that I can note off the top of my head over the past few days, but I haven't been thinking about the blog for the past while so I KNOW I'm missing a bunch of stuff. I'll get all of you caught up within the next few days, I'm sure. Bre will help too! :)
So, I think I'm done for the night. Good night everybody! God bless you all, and happy Canada Day tomorrow for the rest of you who are in Canada!
-Waldon