(no subject)
Yesterday at work I had my iPod on while I was working.
And I realized I was swaying back and forth.
And I realized Free Falling was on the playlist.
And I realized I was crying.
Which kinda sucked.
Because I was crying in front of a bunch of cute female interns.
Who all go to JMU.
And are fun to work with.
Also, in front of all the contractor guys
(manly men)
And the grumpy old men squad
(these retired engineers/plumbers/electricians who all volunteer there).
I like working there.
We're restoring a colonial era house at the moment.
I'm the grunt labor.
"Move those trees!" "What?" "You heard me. Move them."
The first day on the job, I suffered severe lacerations to my arms.
A branch snapped and those little things are surprisingly whip like.
I didn't even flinch. I'm kinda proud of that.
Well, until they started swabbing my entire fucking body with alcohol.
Also, I had to lift a tree off one of the interns.
That was surprising to me.
There's strength in you you don't know you have.
It comes up when you need it.
But yeah.
So I'm the guy
Who cries for no apparent reason.
While stepping back and forth in his work boots.