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To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (43484)12/11/1999 8:38:00 PM
From: Ish  Respond to of 71178
 
<<Ya but can you paint? eom>>

He can paint but I can retail your threads.



To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (43484)12/11/1999 9:12:00 PM
From: greenspirit  Read Replies (3) | Respond to of 71178
 
Mel, can I paint? here's a funny Story:

When I was about 16 I worked in the summer painting. This one particular job was painting the outside windows of a 15 story apartment complex in D.C. We would haul these 50 pound bags of cement to the roof for weight, then hook a rope swinging seat under the bags and drop down off the roof, one can of paint in hand, bouncing back and forth from window to window.

Needless to say, I got quite a few eye fulls of naked women residents! After a few days of seeing me there, a couple of ladies would put on a pretty decent strip show. :-)

Did the same type of painting off a water tower once, in the days before spray devices. We had to roll every single inch of that water tower by hand!

Ahhh, the indestructible youth days. I don't believe it even occurred to me that it might be dangerous. I wonder whether it was even legal?

That wasn't the hardest job I ever did though. The toughest job was tobacco farming! 4am till 9pm in the sweltering heat with a bunch of migrant farmers near the bay bridge in Maryland. That was the most backbreaking work I've ever done. You would walk down these huge rows of plants with a machette, pull the plant to one side, then slice the truck near the bottom. After each row, you grabbed a long stick with a sort of needle attached to the end, and jammed the plants in as you collected them. What a pain! The migrant workers made me look like a woose!

This calls for a new DAR poll. What was the worst job you ever had?

Michael