So, yeah. That title. Relevant right now. I just got broadsided across the head by like three tall fucking orders of business. But, I'll tell you all about one.

So, I guess my name is going around a bit, for the miscellaneous work I've done in the area. And, it was passed down to some guy building a house. And they're looking for laborers. But, I'll give you the catch.

The head honcho walks into my shop, and we talk for a bit. Says I start work at 8:00 in the morning. Gives me his card and number. So apparently, whoever spoke about me assumed I wanted to sign up automatically. So here's the fucking catch.

It's concrete work.

Fuck me sideways I hate concrete work.

Let me explain why.

1. If it's a small house, it's wheel barrow work, done by hand. Tight quarters, lots of manuvering. If it's a big house, then you need a truck the relative size of a semi, with a big damn crane.

2. Concrete work is messy, hard, and fast. Because it's constantly drying. They ask for the utmost speed from you, but the damn precision of a sniper in your measurements. With speed comes the potential for fuck-ups. And there always are.

3. It's cold. -5 to be exact. That means the other two things I mentioned? You move double time.

So, I start tomorrow. And the thing is, if I refuse, then my reputation around the area is shot because technically I've already signed up. And I don't need that. I need that little piece of reputation to give me a hand in odd jobs around here. But fucking concrete work? God fucking dammit.

What do needles have to do with this?

I don't know. Did I say needles somewhere? Well, by the end of the job, I'll probably have to inject needles into meself as a pain killer or god knows what.

There is no such thing as "easy going concrete work."

I feel your pain. Last month I was working on a building site and I was responsible for most of the cement mixing.
We were too far away from an electrical source so I had to make it on the ground.
The weather in London is also very unpredictable. Most days it was sun but then honestly whenever I started mixing it would start pouring raining.

I wish you all the luck man

Concrete work isn't too bad.

Well, fuck, maybe you should trade with me then. Tell me, have you ever had to cart a wheelbarrow up a plank walkway, balancing the fucking thing from falling, up to the second level of scaffolding?

That fucking sucks, and burns you out fast.

Most of all, because people up here are sacks of old sacks, they do it when it's cold. YOU DON'T DO CONCRETE WORK IN THE FUCKING WINTER. Everything has to be done double time. And mistakes and fuck ups are always made because it's speed over quality.

I am a a man of craftmenship. The people I've worked with, for the most part, think as I do. You take your time, go at your pace, keep it steady, and your work will be better as a result. There's no room for that in concrete  work in the winter. And I fucking detest being rushed.

i rape what i saw

>Sees moist, glistening concrete
>Has his way with it
>In bed having a smoke, "Was it as good for you as it was for me routine."
>Looks down
>Cock is still rock hard

Shit man, that fucking sucks. My condolences.