There Will Be Blood?

No Irish blood apparently means no luck today.

Nothing very eventful happened today, being English and being to poor for beer, today was just another day. And no Dave… no corn beef tonight in case you were wondering.

Tomorrow however... might be a bit of a different story.

You see, while Ray and I were out in the field this evening, at about 7 pm, Michael “my handler” (aka “my pimp”) texted me.

“Hi, do you want a job tomorrow marking lambs @ 9am start for 5 hours!”

I think about it for a bit, I tell Ray that I just got a text and what it said, and he says, “well, don’t be a fool boy, take the money!”
“well, don’t you need this done?”
“ya… it can wait till Friday. Only gonna be one day right?”
“ya, I think so”
“go for it, finish the rest of this up on Friday”

So, like the “good Wog boy" I am I listen to what my boss says, and text my handler back,
“Ok. How much and where to?”
“$10 an hour cash for ---- ---- and he will pick you up!”
“sweet deal”
“Thank you!”

So, I tell Ray this, cause he asked what the reply was.
“$10 an hour marking sheep! F^(kin hell… shit, you are better off staying here tomorrow after all”
“What do you mean?”
“you’re not going to like it”
“umm… uuhhhh… re – really?”
“you said ‘marking lambs’ right?”
“ya”
“oh sure… taking a texter (sharpie) to those lambs is a LOT of fun (insert evil laugh here)”

So, right about now… I gets to thinking back to some stories Andrew has shared with me about his experience with sheep. And I text Michael back:
“Ray is laughing at me. When u say mark, im assuming u don’t mean a texter. Am I doing what no man would want done?”

Then… there is an extended period of time before I get a reply text from Michael. And the response is simply this:
“Yep! It will look good on your resume! Chris will come by 9 am so wait on the road so he can see you.
There will be blood, enjoy!”


Then I get to come home and tell the family about the coming adventure tomorrow…

While eating dinner, Paul chooses to enlighten me on how de-balling use to be done before the rubber band method I’ll most likely be doing tomorrow.


F… M… L…



oh well, Happy St. Patrick's Day i'm going to watch Boondock Saints to take my mind off the horror that awaits me...