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Quit my job today.

For those of you who don't actually know what I do, I have been fooling around this summer at a landscaping company. I have been thining about going back to school, you see, to study landscape design, and figured a little time in the trenches might be helpful later on.

Let me tell you a few things about landscaping:

1)It's brutally hard work, (to the extent that sometimes after a day on the job I was not only too tired to have sex, I actually fell asleep during a blow job).

2) It pays 11$ an hour, when Tim Hortons is paying 11.50 with benefits.

3) You only end up getting paid for 8 hours in a ten hour day because you don't get paid for driving time.

So as you can see, it's kind of a shitty job: Overworked and underpaid. I had my own reasons for being willing to do it (the aforementioned experience angle), and I don't regret it.

Let me, however, give you a bit of advice : If you are a crew leader, and you decide to give your crew a little verbal abuse for not working fast enough, it might be best to make sure that your crew has neither a spine, nor a brain...Because 11$ an hour doesn't give you the right to call me lazy. Not when my cotton ball cap is soaked through with sweat, and my legs are aching from sprinting up steep hills with a 125lb lawnmower.

I just grinned at her, said 'It's 1230, clock me out. I quit.' and walked away to the bus stop.

Felt good.

No recipe today. I am trying to figure out a good way to pass on my recipe for gnocchi, but it's such a technique oriented dish that it's giving me grief.