Oranges: Easier Than Plums

Well, no… not really.

“Bugiardo”. Mims… that’s your Italian lesson for the day, that means “Liar” in Italian. I was going to start with something like “hello”, “my name is…”, “where’s the toilet?” But this just seemed so fitting, so, we start with that.

Dirty Job #6 sucks… another point college degree.

Although, one cool thing I must say is, I’ve driven a tractor more in the last 2 weeks then I ever have in my life. That aside…

Oranges are much harder. Oh… talk about terrible. The four of us are so horribly slow at picking oranges. It was bad enough that we didn’t start till three days after we thought we were going to, but then once we did… we realized we are like the worst fruit picking back packers there are.

Michael tried to comfort me by saying we didn’t do too bad for our first time when I reported in on how we did. I think he was just being a lying nice guy.
Not only are bins of oranges worth less then bins of plums, but we only did 19, he wanted 24 out of us…

Ya… we failed.

The worst part about all this: there are more to pick next week!


SERENITY NOW!!!

Michael… anytime you wanna spring that new job on me… totally ready…

(I didn’t even get to see one of the two cute girls from the supermarket at all this week)