I haven’t heard this song in years, and truthfully had completely forgotten it. I was a teenager when it was on the radio - I had no idea what the words really meant, but I knew the feeling.
Well, what’s up.
I had planned to be up at 6am to figure out my day. The roofing crew usually shows up at about 6am and the compressors for the nail guns all start running, then the animated conversations start happening.
It is almost comical. Like a cookie cutter, every one of the crew is almost exactly the same. Black or grey hoody. Baggy jeans. Baseball cap. Scroaty beard. Cigarette between their lips. Almost without exception driving humongous trucks.
I should count myself lucky because they set up their work trailer in my side yard, and I have developed a rapport with the project manager, so I get a little more courtesy than the rest of the unfortunates who are living through this cluster fuck. I mean, who re-roofs 300 units in one attempt? Even if I wanted to take pictures, you wouldn’t believe the mess out there. The left side of the street is piles of old roofing material and pallets of new roofing material. My back yard is covered in scraps of roofing material and nails.
More than a few people in here are going to be getting their tires repaired.
Smartest thing I have ever done regarding tires was listen to dad’s advice and buy from the Tire Warehouse in Topsham. They basically act like they own the tires. The rotate and balance, and repair punctures. So it is more like renting tires than buying them. Everyone I know goes there.
Fucking phone hasn’t rung. I have 6 applications out, and the last one I submitted was for an analyst job. I dumbed down my resume so much it hurt. I am simply overqualified for everything available here. If I ever do get a call, I will never reveal my salary history.
Strange I have never seen this girl at Wallyworld, but she seems to be all over the internet at Wallyworld.
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