Adventures with Construction and other stories: Part II

Chapter Five: Egor

I forget what day it was, it must of been yesterday or the day before, but I was eating lunch in the trailor like usual, and then a guy comes in to talk to Jim my boss. Now there are always guys coming in to talk to Jim, because they need to check up on things and ask questions and so forth, and they aren't really private; hearing them isn't a problem.

So I was sitting there, eating my sandwich, and then the guy that came in started to talk.

Now I'm not meaning to be mean, and I'm only speaking the truth, but this guy sounded like Egor. You know, "yessssss master", except he didn't say that, because that would be creepy. Maybe he smokes, who knows. All I know is, I didn't think anyone really spoke like that, I thought it was a joke voice. Apparently not.

Chapter Six: Porter Potty Adventures

I've been able to put off for almost a month using the porter pottys. I heard terrible stories about them, which would be a girl not want to use them, even guys for that matter. I tried to time my pees so I wouldn't have to go till after work, or I would be able to hold it until I got home. Or sometimes if I really had to go, I would sneak into the buildings where the plumbing worked and use the toliets in there; thought I could only do that twice because they started to put carpet in. So I guess this week I timed my bathroom breaks wrong, and I had to go. And I mean go like a banshee. There is nothing worse then working in a building that has a toliet, but not being able to use it because it doesn't work yet. Oh man. Tear. Anyways, because I was so desperate to relieve myself, I just went to go to the pottys. I didn't even care. And this was what I found.

On the inside of the porter, there was stuff written on it, and it looked like it was by the same person. Here is what is said (keep in mind it is with the same spelling):

"Just like your wife's cookin"

"Close you're legs, it helps with the smell, just like your old lady"

"Asswhip"

"U-Catck ('k' was crossed out and then replaced with a 'h') your own trout. Limit 4"

Now I find this highly ironic. The guy managed to use the correct spelling of your and you're, but didn't quite know how to spell catch or wipe. Hmm. Let me tell you, I sat on that potty until I was through and pondered this perdicament.

Chapter Seven: The Monarchy of Creepers - From the least, to the creeps.

I have been able to narrow down what jobs entitle you to more creepiness, and I will make a list for you.

Not Creepy: Painters

Electricians

The Door and sill guys

Mildly creepy: Plumbers

(one guy isn't creepy, the other guy is; that is how it becomes mild)

Creepy: Siders

(they just creep me out.)

I didn't put the framers up there, because I haven't met any. Though there was one instance...eeee...sketchhhhh.


Chapter Eight: Hearing the Guys talk...ew.

There was a bunch of guy in the building I was working in, doing whatever they do, and I don't think they realized I was in there, so they started talking. Now I was curious of what they would be talking about, so I listened in. Bad idea. First of all, I already heard stories of what they talk about, so I don't know what I was thinking when I thought, "hey, I need proof". Basically, I heard one guy joke to another guy and he said, "You just want to put your seed in every girl". That was basically enough. Oh and worst part. The guy he was talking about was one of the plumbers, a guy who I thought was nice. More like dirty. So that is why the plumbers are mildly creepy, thanks to that guy...sicko.

Chapter Nine: Creepy Plumber is all talk

It made me feel at ease when I realized the creepy plumber is all talk.

I walked by the guy, and knowing it is only polite to smile as you pass by (I really, really, reallllllllly didn't want to), I smiled as I passed by. And as he saw me, he totally looked down, like I intimadated him or something. Ah hahaha.

Oh and other funny stories about this guy. Now I can't be certain that he was hitting on me, but considering the joke was, "plant your seed in every woman", I think it's a fair assessment that he was.

Now the same day as shying away from me saying hello and smiling, I came back from a park where I went to go eat my lunch. When I came back, I guess it was time for the plumbers to go home. As they where driving out (two different cars), I look up and that same guy smiled and waved at me. I had no idea what was going on, I thought he was waving past me. So I semi-smiled. Once I realized what was happening, I smiled and waved at the next plumber named Tyler. Hahaha ahhh, Sean (the creepy plumber) is so all talk. Thank goodness.

Second Story: I was walking and taking some boxes to the big bin where you're suppose to put all the crap, and I walk by the guy, and I hear him say, "That's a big box." ..."Yep..." ....

What was he thinking? "That's a big box." Really? It's big? Wow, thank you for enlightening me. I never really knew what I was carrying, but thanks to you, I now know what this is...it's a big box.

This guy needs to work on his pick-up lines.

Chapter Ten: The S-Farm

As I went home on the motorcycle, I realized there is a farm called, The S-Farm. Now it appears that the farm sells plants. Then what the frick is the "S" for???

The Snail farm? Doubtful.

The Snake farm? I think there would be cages.

The Safari farm? Where are all the animals?

The Sandwhich farm? I don't think those plants turn into organic veggies.

The Seed farm? Now you're just talking dirty.

The moral of this is, name your plant farm after something that makes sense, and not an "S", because who knows what that stands for.