Is he going to a competitor? If so, I have seen this quick transition before.
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Is he going to a competitor? If so, I have seen this quick transition before.
Or being at home, or the beach, not working.
We've spent 20 minutes now going over the agenda for our meetings in Vegas. Which we already got an email describing.
I never minded walking beans for some reason. Throwing bales in the hayloft on a hot day was brutal, especially since you pretty much had to wear longs sleeves so you didn't look like a drug addict by the end of the day.
That, or shoveling out the old moldy corn at the bottom of the silo before harvest was just awful. The heat plus the fumes. You could only stand doing that for a few minutes at a time before you started getting dizzy. Pretty sure that wasn't good for me at all.
Well, I was just about to suggest doing them without pants just to spice things up, but nevermind.
Somehow I picture some bozo off somewhere who was that kid that used to ask all the dumb questions in class now asking all the dumb questions that were answered in an email.
It would be the equivalent of going from working in a bank to working as a financial planner. Similar field, but not really competing for the same clientele.
It's not like we're swimming in NDAs over here.
I never walked beans, but I'd agree with you on the other two. At least there's a *chance* you might have a breeze in the field walking. Although, I thinking about it further, was about to say that the corn wasn't that bad for me, but just saw you wrote silo...we didn't have silos, so at least a grain bin is a larger space. Not quite as confined for either the mold smell or the heat. Still **** work, but better than top of the hay mow.
I'm a huge fan of power point presentations where all of the slides are sent to us in a pdf well before the meeting, and then the whole meeting is spent listening to some jack-leg read the whole thing verbatim.
Somehow walking beans I always got my feet wet and stinky and everything else was hot. And I always got blisters either from the hook or just pulling the damn weeds, no matter what gloves I tried.
It's never stopped me before. Any chance I get to close my office door, pants are coming off.
Some managers have an "open door" policy, Pants has a "Barn door's open" policy.
We'd always help our cousins since they farmed more land than us. One of their fields had mile-long rows. I HATED that friggin field.
I will never forget the one year that we crawled through that field getting rid of his nightshade infestation.
On the plus side, their meticulousness stayed ingrained in my head. Even as a kid, I used to hate driving by a field where you saw stocks of corn sticking up a foot taller than the beans.
I'm pretty glad I never had to detassle or any of that. I did bail a quite a bit of hay back then.
It was a real pain in the *** when moving around all the dry hay in a barn when you had a hay allergy.
It was a real pain in the *** when moving around all the dry hay in a barn when you had a hay allergy.
Dodged this on my ride home. Glad I picked the lakes route to bike and not my Hopkins route. Figured I would beat this and did not but got lucky and this mesocyclone tracked just west. I only got wet and not hailed on. Note to self, do not trust time frames on storm tracker.
I used to do just about anything to get out of mowing. Beginning of the season sucked because they'd be dropping down at you from about 10+ feet up.........posing a slight danger + kicking up all the dust. Like WDSM, I have somewhat of a hay allergy. (And horses, and partially to cows as well, yeah that was fantastic). Close to the end of the season, you're up in the ceiling fighting to stay ahead of the elevator and not get stung by the hornets whose nests you are now disturbing.
Downside to the wagon was that it was in the sun and I developed a hulk right arm. But still, I'd take it any day. Worst part of that is when other kids would "help" by sitting up at the back of the wagon and either A. not warn me when the wall was toppling over on me or B. make the wall topple over on me.
Downside to the wagon was that it was in the sun and I developed a hulk right arm. But still, I'd take it any day. Worst part of that is when other kids would "help" by sitting up at the back of the wagon and either A. not warn me when the wall was toppling over on me or B. make the wall topple over on me.
my boss said that he's sending some guys out to Hawaii for a project. Too bad I'm not one of the guys that is getting picked to go.
You got picked on as a kid? How could they do that after seeing that adorable front curl?
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