Tomorrow's the third payday. First was for two days (16 hours), the second for a full week (40 hours), and this one will have 34 hours (one hopes), since on Friday they sent the job home with "two hours showup" because of the explosion Thursday afternoon, which, they say, was a nitrogen tank "reacting like it was supposed to under those conditions." Nobody was hurt, but there was a mighty boom and a large flame for five minutes.
Not much time on line these days.
It's damn hot. I'm tooled up with Kelly S. He's fine to work with, talks all day long which means the day doesn't get boring. Today we had an "extra," the guy known as Country, who may be the same Country who got a bunch of us written up at Hanging Rock. The origin of the "151 Club."
K & I spent a couple weeks in the precipitator, running temporary power (mostly light stringers, but some welders, etc) and the last couple of days have been outside behind the cooling towers bringing power to a group of new office trailers.
It's almost exactly a twohundred mile round trip daily. I need to get the oil in Astro changed, but the place in town closes at five and I'm normally still on the way home by then.
Picked a mess (or almost a mess) of half-runners when I got home tonight, plus a few bush peas and the first four cherry tomatoes.
My foreman - Eddie M - is quitting smoking, using the pills that begin with "ch" which block the nicotine receptors, so I think tonight is a good night to begin a batch of bourbon balls with a final destination of the break trailer.
710PM and we have a netflix to watch, so I'm gonna cut this short.
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