Today was a good last day of work. It’s funny how the kid that I once described as ‘Idiot #2′ has sorta become my friend over the past few weeks. Granted, I still think he’s a lazy bum, we work well together. We get a LOT done. Today, we were on mowers basically the entire time. We did about 8 soccer fields (and inbetween/around them), and then after lunch we did one more field, then baseball outfields and the grass around the fields. The mowers are pretty cool, they’re called ‘Hustler Super Z’s and they go FAST. You can do wheelies in them

I got so mad at these people on the last soccer field. We’re not supposed to mow near people, so when they walk by or something, we have to turn the blades off and wait, or go somewhere else. So we’re cutting around the last field and a family walks over and starts playing. I was sorta worried, but figured we’d be okay. After all, the person that’s driving a vehicle is usually more worried than the person walking near it, and we were at least 200 feet away. But it wasn’t the point. The nerve of the people – they left a purse in the middle of where we were cutting (we were there first) and a Frisbee with keys/cigarettes IN MY PATH. The field they were playing on was already cut, and they left crap on the OUTSIDE of the soccer field line where it was not cut. It wouldn’t have been in their way if it was on the inside at all, they barely played much. On top of it all, there’s about 8 other fields if they could walk for 4 minutes. We have 8 soccer fields at Nike – and they chose this one because it was closest to the parking lot. People piss me off. I finally got off the mower and moved their stuff behind me where I cut. It was everything in my power to keep from just running it over and blasting it into a million pieces. When we did the baseball outfields, I started to go crazy. It was horribly boring, and barely looked like you made progress. Soccer fields are at least enjoyable. Once I got done with one, I stopped to buy a pop and was talking to Cam, and told him that I think I did it wrong. Like, made some weird pattern in the grass. He said (which made me happy), “We have very unconventional morals here, there is no wrong. It’s like, ‘I did it and it’s great.’ “ Needless to say, I did the next field in the same fashion. Not to mention, Frank told us to go faster because we didn’t have much time. Those mowers have a top speed of like 14 mph I think. Granted I probably wasn’t doing 14, cutting grass at 10-12 mph is still pretty insane. I finished the second in about 32 minutes.
I read more of Cell at work today, it’s such a good book!
I got home today and crashed in bed. Woke up to eat and then fell asleep on the couch again. And I’m about to go to bed now.



