warehouse philospher

right.  my life is insane.  i work a lot.  i end up getting a lot of jobs because i am really good with people.  i show up on time and i'm nice to everyone.  i have sort of a warrior attitude about my vocations which usually gets me called back.  i am large and i don't take a lot of shit from people.  i started working pretty regularly for a good friend's brother in-law when my brother got sick and he turned into a very good friend.  this is where the blog comes from.

when i work for this good friend we do a lot brutal jobs.  honestly it's kind of awesome.  it's kind of like a boys club and the office lady is a saint for putting up with all of us.  i come home and my brother tells me i look like i got the shit beaten out of me, which isn't too far from the truth.  in a good way.

i first started doing this work in the summer, cleaning out four commercial smokers that had sat in a hot warehouse since june.

in between bouts of cooking up caustic concoctions to try to burn off whatever petrified demon shit had taken possesion of this smoker the guys and i would talk politics, some light philosophy and literature.  one day we were discussing who in the warehouse (of which there are only five people, including the office lady whom i have to reiterate is a saint for putting up with all our shenanigans) embodied the huxleyan ideal or the orwellian ideal.

i don't remember what i said but it was something to the effect of that when most people go home after work and take their shoes off they probably aren't terribly preoccupied with authoritarian government so much as they are with getting a cold beer out of the fridge and turning on the television.  distractions.  diversions. a sort of 'eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die' for the populace.  very huxley.  at least that's what i think.

and with that i became a sort of philospher of the warehouse, one who carries a twelve inch bowie knife on the hip, defies the laws of nature with the heavy equipment he can move, and can usually make everyone laugh till they cry.  they told me to start a blog.  it took my awhile but i finally got around to it.

i'm not sure where the warrior attitude came from.  it's probably something that has always been in me.  this book definitely helped focus that attitude: way of the peaceful warrior


right, so this is how we butter our waffles when working at the warehouse.  because sometimes you need a blowtorch to get shit moving in the right direction.