My Job


 * Everyone keeps
 * asking me,
 * “Adam, what’s
 * it like working
 * in Kijuju?” I
 * always tell them
 * that it’s like
 * being a garbage
 * man at the
 * beach. The
 * work itself isn’t
 * the most
 * glamorous, but
 * the place is
 * great. Well,
 * maybe it’s just OK. I work in a mine, and as you can imagine, there
 * aren’t many pretty faces to distract you down there! What usually
 * passes the time while I’m at work is trying to predict how my boss is
 * going to screw up. This man’s idiocy knows no bounds. He actually
 * told us we could use the waste water for bathing or drinking! Sure, if I
 * wanted my skin to fall off and become some kind of monster, then
 * that’s what I would do.


 * The best part of the job is quitting time, because then me and some of
 * the guys can go get our drink on. As long as I can get that ice-cold
 * beer at the end day, I can put up with anything. (I don’t even want to
 * tell you about the riot that ensued the one time we lost power and
 * they only had warm beer for two days straight. That was a living hell.)


 * Anyway, I found a new bright spot to focus on (and it’s not more beer!
 * LOL). I saw a pretty sweet-looking blonde girl today. It’s like I’ve
 * been wandering through a desert for a year and then someone offered
 * me a glass of cold water (or beer!). We got a lot of foreign workers
 * here like me, so I don’t know what she does – yet. Hell, I don’t even
 * know if she speaks English! (Most do, except for that French guy. I
 * think he does speak English but I can’t understand him for the life of
 * me. He just sounds angry all the time.)


 * I will keep you updated on how things go with this woman. First order
 * of business is finding out who she is. If you have time, don’t be shy
 * and leave a comment.