Constructive criticism

So on Monday, I went and got a job. At a construction site. Which started this Tuesday. So far, it's been a rather interesting experience. During my time there, I finally learned why the construction people curse so much! And my cursing skills are much better now, too! Hell, I'm soon going to be able to rival a sailor!

On a slightly more serious note, it seems that the company I'm working for is a bunch of cheap-ass scum. Sure, assistants at a construction site aren't supposed to be covered in rose petals and licked by super models just for existing (I think), but I wasn't at any point aware that our main purpose was to move pre-made bathrooms. Yes, pre-made bathrooms. Which, like, weight at around two tons at least, and are about as mobile as my face is shaped like a winged horse with jumping monkies on its back. I suppose I might just be complaining, but then again, I really wasn't aware that we'd have to move those with the aid of very high-tech wooden boards. It's kind of irritating, really. On the other hand time goes really, really fast when moving one of those, and I've been losing weight like nothing to it, at a rate of a kilo a day, making it four total by this moment. Miracle diets, my ass.

In addition to that, I'm actually getting some of the old ways back. Yay. And am starting to think that cigarette smoke smells nice. Which is worrying.

Amusing detail: As our "cleanup crew" isn't taking part in the work on the weekend this time, the overseer decided to call to recruitment companies for people for weekend jobs, in order to replace us. The amusing bit is, apparently, they're hiring five people to do the job the three of us normally do. We're worth five mortals, whee!