By saying that this week I learned minimum wage in PA is $7.25, kid you not!
I should also include the area that I love has been coal country, is (to a lesser degree now) timber country, and currently fracking central. Very blue collar, and (politically speaking) very red.
So my shift yesterday began by bringing the cardboard out to the burn pile. Then I dumped the compost just behind it “for the bears and crows and shit.”
Right off, do I start in on my own agenda, practices? Nary a whisper!
The kitchen is filthy, disorganized and cluttered. I’m not the health inspector, but over the course of the night I rectified a variety of health code violations interspersed with some cooking/training. The effort was noticed and acknowledged. I’m working again tonight, the owner (who doesn’t work in the kitchen) would like me here th-sa until they get busy.
It might be fair to say we both are a wee desperate, and this could be mutually beneficial. A summer here living out of my tent has a pleasant and simple ring to it. Access to fabulous motorcycling, mix things up a bit.
I’m pondering all this while hanging out in my tent, rain showers eminent. On Sunday do I roll upta camp to fetch my kitchen stuff and tuck the cabin in before returning for the summer?
It doesn’t get my firewood cut but it certainly gives me something to do!
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