My Job

Everyone keeps asking me, “Adam, what’s it like working in Kijuju?” I always tell them that it’s like being a garbage man at the beach. The work itself isn’t the most glamorous, but the place is great. Well, maybe it’s just OK. I work in a mine, and as you can imagine, there aren’t many pretty faces to distract you down there! What usually passes the time while I’m at work is trying to predict how my boss is going to screw up. This man’s idiocy knows no bounds. He actually told us we could use the waste water for bathing or drinking! Sure, if I wanted my skin to fall off and become some kind of monster, then that’s what I would do.

The best part of the job is quitting time, because then me and some of the guys can go get our drink on. As long as I can get that ice-cold beer at the end day, I can put up with anything. (I don’t even want to tell you about the riot that ensued the one time we lost power and they only had warm beer for two days straight. That was a living hell.)

Anyway, I found a new bright spot to focus on (and it’s not more beer! LOL). I saw a pretty sweet-looking blonde girl today. It’s like I’ve been wandering through a desert for a year and then someone offered me a glass of cold water (or beer!). We got a lot of foreign workers here like me, so I don’t know what she does – yet. Hell, I don’t even know if she speaks English! (Most do, except for that French guy. I think he does speak English but I can’t understand him for the life of me. He just sounds angry all the time.)

I will keep you updated on how things go with this woman. First order of business is finding out who she is. If you have time, don’t be shy and leave a comment.