The Watering Hole

I never had a job I enjoyed, I hated school although I got through it. I hated work although I fed a family and raised 2 kids from childbirth to adulthood.

However after my kids grew up I sold everything and did the living in my van or RV thing and traveled all around America. Since I was a union bricklayer, also a non union concrete finisher, stone mason, and a union tile setter. I could work anywhere. So with very little expenses I would go somewhere "else" and work a few months, save up a few grand, and go somewhere else. Sometimes I found a job I liked, like laying stone for the rich in the Tahoe area, and I would stay there until the work ran out. Then off to the next place. But truth be told even as an in the office management person, and estimator, I hated almost every single day I was employed.

I have no 401K, relatively little savings, almost no expenses, (my household mandatory expenses are under $350 a month)(everything is paid for) a small Social Security income and some part time Masonry estimator wages. I get along just fine (the wife is a hair dresser and does real well) I am as happy as a camper can get not working much. I would not trade my life as it was lived for any big bank account. I had more fun than any man should have had and my life (besides work) was a 62 year long party. I finally grew up at the age of 64 or so, but I don't give a rip about much of anything, and my life is absolutely peaceful and pleasant.

Fuck work.............

Nice.  I would only add that if you ever find something that you truly enjoy doing, it's not work!  :)

CraigBert — Sep 18, 2014Nice.  I would only add that if you ever find something that you truly enjoy doing, it's not work!  :)

Like sex! Or uhhh,  8-)

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CraigBert — Sep 18, 2014Nice.  I would only add that if you ever find something that you truly enjoy doing, it's not work!  :)

I have heard that from folks but I never found it, I even hated gigging when I played out in bars. After a days working in the trades, along about 1:00 AM it just seemed like more work......... I did not dig gigging either, that is when my music became a hobby instead of a dream of a windfall after paying my dues in clubs.

The only beauty of a construction job in the masonry trade is; you could always find a job wherever you happened to be. If you were good at what you did, and I was very good at it, you had a job for as long as the work lasted or for as long as you wanted it. I only got laid off once, in Florida. I was working on a job on Anna Maria Island and my buddy who was also a mason and owned the sail boat where I was staying lost his job so I had him hired along with this other guy I did not know. Who later turned out to be a great friend. His name was John Uhl, and was the most irreverent fuck I ever met in this lifetime.

Uhl walked on the job and the first words out of his mouth to the whole crew assembled there was, and I quote; "Listen all of you, please never say the word cock in front of me, because my family has been sucking dick for 6 generations and I am trying to quit." Now imagine, we are on the west coast of Florida with the indigenous rednecks, and all of them to a man looked at each other with a kind of disbelief, from that moment on, not one of them ever spoke to me again, as I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Of course I was quick on the uptake in those days so I got the joke, but those rednecks did not even get close to the humor in the statement. The next day first thing in the morning the three of us got our checks and told there was no more work. The next day we were working for another crew.

John was the one who got me into the hippy supply biz some years later. From that introduction I made more money than I could count in one session.  

Below is the stark truth about work.....

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