Things I've learned while working

OK, so working for the Broadmoor (rich bastards) has turned out to be rather educational.

First thing I've learned is that Jamaicans do NOT speak English...nor do they speak anything close to it. It is rather terrifying to have a large black man suddenly start speaking in tongues and then start laughing at you, probably because you have a 'what the fuck just came out of your mouth?' look on your face.

Secondly, that rich bastards are nothing more than children. They can not clean up after themselves, they WILL not clean up after themselves and they have a tendency to think we are there to serve only one function in this world and that is to clean up their shit and set up their party's. Except when Taffy, the Broadmoor dog is out and then all of a sudden, everyone wants to talk to the groundskeepers and pet the dog.

Geese are vile creatures. They shit everywhere....they're annoying and my job is to drive the dog around the lake so that she may chase the damn geese off the sidewalks.

Ten Hours goes by really quickly when your co-workers keep FINDING things for you to do.

I can drive the big dump truck.

Using the gas powered blower to 'clean' the fire place is not a good idea. ( I didn't do it, my 'supervisor' did and it wasn't a good idea then either.)

Waking up at 4 AM sucks!

Riding on the skid loader blade is mass amounts of funness!

Getting paid $8 an hour doesn't suck. Getting paid $12 and hour for the last two hours I work DEFINATELY doesn't suck.

The Geese will always suck, no matter how much they pay me.....