As I was leaving the house this morning to go to my time killing, semi-daily routine at the gym I see and hear a couple of trucks pull up to the front. Yup, it was those tree-chopping guys who said they'd be here "sometime".. While I didn't HAVE to be home I decided to kill the time monitoring their progress. While doing that I was actually job searching which seems to be just plain idiotic these days. What I noticed was the juxtaposition (I always wanted to use that word) of my work and the tree guy work. I wondered what would happen if we both - at that moment - switched jobs. Like a Disney movie.
So I'd be out in the tree either in that bucket OR climbing the base with spiky climber shoes with a chainsaw on my belt. I'd probably get a cramp, however, let me give myself some credit and see how the tree guy does writing on this laptop. Would his problems with syntax, grammar and spelling be equivalent to my fear of being hit in the head with a giant 200 pound branch? We will never find out will we? Then again, they ARE coming back in a few days to remove the remaining stump.. I've seen that process and maybe I could swing that job while the tree guy comes in and writes a cover letter to go with my resume..
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