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so, i got the ok from a former employer to come back, and work for his company this season.
industrial painting, and sand blasting was the highest paying, and the most dangerous job, i've ever had. we blasted, and painted a quarter mile long bridge in the middle of alaska. it was frightining, and fun. i loved it, and it scared the fuck out of me every day. or... i loved it because it scared the fuck out of me everday.
nasty paint. which leads to insanity. blast hoses with more than a hundred psi trying to push me off ladders, lifts, and whatever i had to stand on to get rid of the lead based primer which if no one knows makes you sick as hell if you eat it, breath it, or look at it wrong. yeah.
but the guys i worked with were great, and nothing has ever made me feel as cool as that job.
mostly because i knew most people would never concider doing anything like it, for any amount of money.
so, i got the ok from a former employer to come back, and work for his company this season.
industrial painting, and sand blasting was the highest paying, and the most dangerous job, i've ever had. we blasted, and painted a quarter mile long bridge in the middle of alaska. it was frightining, and fun. i loved it, and it scared the fuck out of me every day. or... i loved it because it scared the fuck out of me everday.
nasty paint. which leads to insanity. blast hoses with more than a hundred psi trying to push me off ladders, lifts, and whatever i had to stand on to get rid of the lead based primer which if no one knows makes you sick as hell if you eat it, breath it, or look at it wrong. yeah.
but the guys i worked with were great, and nothing has ever made me feel as cool as that job.
mostly because i knew most people would never concider doing anything like it, for any amount of money.
industrial painting, and sand blasting was the highest paying, and the most dangerous job, i've ever had. we blasted, and painted a quarter mile long bridge in the middle of alaska. it was frightining, and fun. i loved it, and it scared the fuck out of me every day. or... i loved it because it scared the fuck out of me everday.
nasty paint. which leads to insanity. blast hoses with more than a hundred psi trying to push me off ladders, lifts, and whatever i had to stand on to get rid of the lead based primer which if no one knows makes you sick as hell if you eat it, breath it, or look at it wrong. yeah.
but the guys i worked with were great, and nothing has ever made me feel as cool as that job.
mostly because i knew most people would never concider doing anything like it, for any amount of money.