This week was my first normal week at work I've had since I started in June. For those of who don't know I have been away "fighting" fires since I was hired on with CDF last month. And by fighting fires, I mean checking-in the people who actually fight fires because I am just not bad-ass enough to hold a polaski. Besides, it sounds really hot being surrounding by flames. Just ask Chad.
Anyway. So this week was my first full week of normal, non-orientation stuff and HOLY JESUS AM I TIRED. Today I weed-wacked and pushed a "field and brush" mower around this abandoned house for four hours. Sounds easy, but the friggin mower is 5 feet long with a 3 foot blade and can chop up small logs just by running over them. Plus it self propels, so its tells ME where to go. And calls me names. My arms ache because they were being vibrated for the whole time and I had to hold up all the different tools, etc. Tonight at dinner I dropped my drink because my arm muscles just flat out gave up and said fuck it all to the whole Not-Make-Liz-Look-Like-An-Idiot thing.
But it was pretty fun to get outside and do real work after sitting on my butt at fires for 3 weeks. And let me tell you. I looked 7 kinds of sexy when I was done, sporting the ever graceful "dirt mustache" and raccoon dust eyes. Who wants to make out?
Sad news: nick went back to Texas today. seriously, that state sucks.
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