I really don’t know how they do it. Their days must last forever! I’m used to, or WAS used to busting my ass when I still worked in my trade. The day goes by quick and you feel good about it.
I really don’t know how they do it. Their days must last forever! I’m used to, or WAS used to busting my ass when I still worked in my trade. The day goes by quick and you feel good about it.
Yup, put a weed Wacker in my hand and I'll go for hours,still need a little vape for extra energy. I need to keep moving, exactly, feeling like you accomplished something.
Yup, put a weed Wacker in my hand and I'll go for hours,still need a little vape for extra energy. I need to keep moving, exactly, feeling like you accomplished something.
The work ethic never goes away. I bet I was the fastest paper boy in history on the routes I had when I was a kid.
Funny story about that. My hard charging go-getter punk ass shit in a customers sunday paper on a rainy morning. So it went into a bag of course. That motherfucker kept calling my manager on me saying I wasn’t putting it right where he wanted it on his porch. And, the bastard was like 2 months behind paying me. Was always some lame excuse when I went to collect.
The manager asked me if I had anything to do with that and of course I said nope and that was it. The fucker never complained again but was still always late paying up.
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