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I enjoyed being a bellhop at the Student Union at the U of I in college, everything went so fast. I enjoyed being a dishwasher everything went so fast, too, and I formed a relationship with a gorgeous blonde waitress that I thought would last. I enjoyed digging ditches for a home builder it made me feel so earthy and the die was cast for me being a manual laborer 'cause I know I'd crack up in the Army and of course no flag would be at half- mast and to be realistic I'd be "doing it" for the rest of my work period I was so serious Then I used a sledge hammer and jackhammer and more feeling of earthiness followed and I knew I'd be delirious at working here at something where I could see my progress at it and not get messed up in my mind too much at that. Us workers would have the usual construction workers' break beverage of a quart or bottle of chocolate milk and we'd feel great at mopping the sweat from a lot including our cheeks. Being a soldier obviously didn't agree with me, or I wouldn't have gotten called on PTSD but my stubborn flights into food service work and even janitor work were my way of fighting it and my cup of tea.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
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I enjoyed being a bellhop at the Student Union at the U of I in college, everything went so fast. I enjoyed being a dishwasher everything went so fast, too, and I formed a relationship with a gorgeous blonde waitress that I thought would last. I enjoyed digging ditches for a home builder it made me feel so earthy and the die was cast for me being a manual laborer 'cause I know I'd crack up in the Army and of course no flag would be at half- mast and to be realistic I'd be "doing it" for the rest of my work period I was so serious Then I used a sledge hammer and jackhammer and more feeling of earthiness followed and I knew I'd be delirious at working here at something where I could see my progress at it and not get messed up in my mind too much at that. Us workers would have the usual construction workers' break beverage of a quart or bottle of chocolate milk and we'd feel great at mopping the sweat from a lot including our cheeks. Being a soldier obviously didn't agree with me, or I wouldn't have gotten called on PTSD but my stubborn flights into food service work and even janitor work were my way of fighting it and my cup of tea.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC
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