What a fucked day. Chores first thing, then we had to go and do an eviction. Evictions suck, you always feel bad for people that lose thier house, but the sheriff is the one that actually kicks them out. All we do is move personal belongings to the curb. These people were there until just before the sheriff showed up, then they hopped in the truck and split. They looked kinda rough so it's probably a good thing they left and didn't try to push the deputy. With all the crystal meth that is going around these days the cops will throw the cuffs on you in an instant. So, they leave, the cop goes in and checks the place, and we commence to hual out the few things that they left behind, mostly rubbish and raw garbage and I get nailed by a wasp right away. I have a very bad phobia of wasps and this place is just thick with them. So after an hour we are done, the place is a wreck ( it was a wreck when we got there, but now the niehbors get to look at a bunch of junk in the yard) and I am jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Then I get to go to work, where my boss promptly has a meltdown and puts the entire denver railyard into a snarl. I am going to bed now

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