Its part of my time to work as a kind of a clerk. Even I have a Chair where we the three of us at the job sit in front of a computer to give our notes of about Who? and What? and How many? shit brings to our position.
Next Thursday will be the end of it… to me. I’m happy so. Perhaps things will go as many “on bad to worse” to miss these days under the rain even the Sun but at last I have reached a position in the meaning of the enterprise long ago from the old, snob and clumsy people.
Althoug they appear to the people as so ungratified by life and knoweledgement expectancy in our country they are as many sons of a bitch as a Major or a teacher can be.
It is supposed that the day will arrive… and it will pass over (again! in our Solar System) but to tell you the thruth feel myself earning the half It was reflected on the section papers of the amount of money I’m paid to do the same job as the clumsy and liars and not tired even working on the weekends (so hard).
It is not my concern since last tuesday when I was informed that some of these people has told to the boss that “I look tired”. I’m 48. they are younger than I and do less work and less exhausting, and at the end of the road “Balls to them!”
I guess I even will not rule the work on thursday to join and let enjoy the crew to my new position in front of a table and working on building a part of a machine not dealing with ashes and shit. Even if we could get some money as a part of it -and them-.