#weirdjob

[hobohobgoblim]

I'm half-deafened by power tools, seeing spots from welding, my hands are shaking because sledge hammers and angle grinders and if I sneeze I'm pretty sure it will come out like #9 buckshot, and my shoes are coated in concrete. Tgif.

[hobohobgoblim]

IN MY SHHHHED

IN MY SHHHE-AHAH-ED

MÓEY MÓEY MÓEY EY EY EY

[hobohobgoblim]

Procrastinating going to work because it involves biking with 2 giant slingshots, 150 tennis balls, a dozen whittling knives and a pile of fresh-cut tree branches 4km through a dark city in the middle of a windstorm, only to then repair the homemade "nerf" axe throwing set, load it up in the bike cart and bike 6km through a dark and not so bike friendly city to try to enrich the lives of a gaggle of GenAs who only want to throw hands and not wooden axes. Then bike it all back, repair it if needs be, and finally get to go home.

[hobohobgoblim]

"I'm waiting for my tuktuk to decide to turn on" is not a sentence I've ever imagined needing to say, let alone message to a coworker.

[hobohobgoblim]

[hobohobgoblim]

Ya know that warm fuzzy, almost divine feeling you get when you power through the executive disfunction and lay waste to the fields of overthink and finally complete a task that has been holding you back for months?

Yeah, me neither.

[hobohobgoblim]

Just an average day at work MAcGyvering a giant slingshot out of scrap metal in the semi-abondoned basement of a former special-needs school.

[hobohobgoblim]

It's 8:30 in the morning and I'm making replacement pouches for the giant slingshots I use at work. What are you all up to?