...That during the coldest night already this winter, 30 F, we not only get a locomotive with no cab heater, and we have to work the elevator the farthest from the mill. 17 miles to be exact.
Again, I say What the fuck!
Copyright 2007 Thomas J Wolfenden
10 comments:
It is 12 degrees here. I work inside a heated office though, so I guess I can't complain.
I have no idea where the closest mill is. I do know where the closest mall is. Perhaps you meant mall. I would be angry too if I had to be 17 miles away from the closest mall.
I suppose that meant you were a meat popsicle!
I suppose that means you were a meat popsicle. I shiver just thinking about it!
OH NO! NO heater is grounds for quitting. Some things are priority.
well, since trains ride on tracks I say you use a little whiskey to help stay warm.
Wuss....
};-)
Oh come on, did you really expect any less?
Reba: Be careful, you might get one of those fatal paper cuts
Mist: The mill is only 17 miles, the closest mall is 60 miles. You couldn't live here.
Weatherchazer: I prefer the term "Rangertomsicle"... And shiver in a good way or bad way?
Tsduff: I toughed it out. Quitting is not an option.
Rhs: Sounds good in theory, but booze and trains should never mix.
Ecblade: Ok, YOU come out and ride the running board on my locomotive going 20 MPH at 30 F with the humidity at 100% and then I can call you a wuss! LOL
Jay: Actually, not really.
It's Murphy's Law, Tom. ;)
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