A friend called me last night and needed help.
Nothing illegal, just help moving from one warehouse to another.
His father's company has to move and he is responsible for it because his father has given him the dieing business so that he has a job. For a little while that is.
I agreed and he was happy.
He has more friends than I do and he called me to help and to pay me.
To be honest I shouldn’t be doing this because I am working with a body that has been damaged and not working as well as it should.
I have been in 3 major accidents that have fucked me up.
The first one happened when I was 8 years old that shattered my whole body. I was run over and let’s say my neck, spine and both arms were not broken. Everything else was smashed.
They said I would never walk.
Never, is a word I don’t understand. It took me almost two years to learn to walk and get back to school. I spent 6 months in a body cast that had to be changed 3 times because I was growing.
The second accident happened when a fridge fell off a loading dock and it happened when my back was turned.
People were screaming at me and I turned in time to see it topple but not enough time to move so I did the only thing I could do and I caught it in my arms. I could feel the sharp pain go though my spine and my body but I wouldn’t let go and held my ground. I slowly put the fridge down and collapsed on the ground in extreme pain and agony. At the hospital they said I had damaged some discs in my back and torn many of the muscles in my lower back. It was permanent damage, but I was in my twenties and kept pushing myself.
The third accident happened while leaving work one evening. It was my fathers company and I always left late after all the employees were gone, it was February and there was freezing rain coming down. I left the building and at the top of the stairs my feet left me and I flew 20 feet down and landed on the concrete steps on my back and smashing my head at the same time. I don’t know how long I was out when the commissionaire found me, but the puddle of blood behind my head on the steps indicated that it had been awhile.
The back now was fucked more than ever and I my skull was cracked.
I had an option of permanent disability and a large amount of money for the rest of my life but it meant I couldn’t work any more.
This was not a good thing because my father had invested his retirement money in this contract and there was a year left. I was his main help and the contract didn’t pay much. He would have lost everything if I accepted the deal.
I told workman’s compensation I was fine and I signed papers to that effect.
So now here I sit battered and broken saying yes to a friend, to help him do what I shouldn’t do, but there is another reason. Because of the gas prices they have raised my airfare to NZ by 1500 dollars. That seems like alot of exra money for gas.
So now I have that to think of as well.
I am pissed about this but I am also stubborn as I said earlier and I don’t know how to give up. So I agreed to help a friend move 75 years of stuff to a new location for the money and to help a friend.
They have 5 days to move all their stuff and have known about the move for 6 months and have not prepared.
They have 24 8 foot metal shelves that are heavy as hell and there is stuff on all of them. The stuff ranges from 2 pounds to 200 pounds.
He had brought this 20 year old 100 pound guy who I must say tried really hard but he just didn’t have the strength, so I had to pick up the slack.
Once he dropped a shelf on my foot by mistake that almost broke my toe but managed to cut open my jeans and leave me with a new gouge in my leg.
Then he let go an 8 foot shelf that twisted in an awkward position and popped part of my knee out. The knee brace I wear held it in place but the pain was real and I walked with a limp the rest of the day. Then as I was loading the truck I saw him drinking a beer. I asked him where he got it and he said it was in the fridge.
My friend looked at him and told the guy it had been in there for over a year. I would wish him the runs for a week if I didn’t need what help he did give in the next couple of days.
We moved 10 tons of stuff today twice, once loading the truck and once unloading the truck. When we had loaded the truck I went back in and looked at was left and we barely dented it and the heavy stuff was still there. What I call heavy is over 500 pounds each piece and it has to be done by hand.
Tomorrow he is picking me up again at 8 am to go and continue, another 10 hours and probably Saturday too.
I am now sitting here with sore feet, hands, back and a swollen knee but tomorrow I will be up and ready at 8 am for him to pick me up, because I don’t know what quit is, I am stubborn and I got a Sara waiting for me.
So if you don’t see me on your blogs in the next couple of days you know why.
I will be posting my new licks post today and my Friday joke because I don't know if I will have the energy to do it tomorrow.
Here is a young lady from Aussie who I have been visiting for a little while and she has some very interesting posts. She shows her compasion for all people but has very few readers. Stop by and make a new blog friend, you won't be dissapointed.
Fridays Joke
The tax man
At the end of the tax year the Tax Office sent an inspector to audit the
books of a synagogue.
While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, "I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?"
"Good question," noted the Rabbi. "We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles."
"Oh," replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusualquestion had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way: "Whatabout all these matzo purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?"
"Ah, yes," replied the Rabbi, realising that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. "We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send a free box of matzo balls."
"I see," replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know-it-all Rabbi. "Well, Rabbi," he went on, "what do you do with allthe leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?"
"Here, too, we do not waste," answered the Rabbi. "What we do is save up all the foreskins and send them to the Tax Office, and about once a year they send us a complete dick
Have a nice weekend.
Walker
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