#weirdjob

I'm half-deafened by power tools, seeing spots from welding, my hands are shaking because sledge hammers and angle grinders and if I sneeze I'm pretty sure it will come out like #9 buckshot, and my shoes are coated in concrete. Tgif.

Procrastinating going to work because it involves biking with 2 giant slingshots, 150 tennis balls, a dozen whittling knives and a pile of fresh-cut tree branches 4km through a dark city in the middle of a windstorm, only to then repair the homemade "nerf" axe throwing set, load it up in the bike cart and bike 6km through a dark and not so bike friendly city to try to enrich the lives of a gaggle of GenAs who only want to throw hands and not wooden axes. Then bike it all back, repair it if needs be, and finally get to go home.

"I'm waiting for my tuktuk to decide to turn on" is not a sentence I've ever imagined needing to say, let alone message to a coworker.