Hay is for Horses!

They can keep it…

Dirty Job #7: Filling bags of straw and loading them onto a pallet.

I learned a couple things yesterday.
*25 kg (55 lbs) is a LOT heavier then I remember it was
*My stepdad was right, when all else fails, grab a broom and sweep
*I very well could be allergic to straw

So, Markus left for Griffith yesterday also, and two of the Griffith Estonians left for the coast. Leeton is (as far as I know) Estonian free now. Sigh.

But before leaving, the Estonians gave me the number to some guy with a job loading bags of something, and it was suppose to be good money. So, I called him, and he said be there at 6. I was. Worked till a little after 8 before he said, come back at 4, we have more guys coming, we will finish then. So I did despite not feeling well for some reason. Then, after only about the 5th or 6th bag, I hurt something. Bad. The rest of the night I struggled along, just became the guy who switched out the bags on the machine that fills them. Towards the end I regained some courage to lift a couple, but, I kept away from them as much as I could.

Home, exhausted and tired. Straw dust, besides being itchy, get’s EVERYWHERE. I’ve like just spent the last 15 minutes trying to clear all the boogies out of my nose, and I still can’t breathe. Don’t worry ladies… my beautiful, money maker, eyes are still fine. I might be going blind, but they still look good.

Work at 7:30 tomorrow.

FML