Saturday, January 23, 2010
HwPost.1
Today, my father asked me if I was interested to go to work with him. I thought that was something worth trying and hence agreed. My father is a construction site manager and his project this time was to build storage compartments that were to be rented. Despite that the building was dilapidated, I was rather thrilled to experience this construction process.
My father tersely instructed the workers their duties and then told me to drill the screws into metal structures with a peculiar gun-like machine. I cheerily attempted but could barely make it after repeated times. The screw would either go haywire or wryly break loose and fall off.
My father gave me a sardonic grin and handed me a simpler task. He wanted to carry the metal structures to specific areas from the storeroom. That sounded really easy but to my surprise, they weighed like tonnes of objects on my hands. Not long after, I was already panting heavily. My father was utterly disappointed. He gave me a dressing down and reprimanded how frail I was.
I was forlorn and gloomily sat down in a corner. I had to wait for another two hours in this dusty surrounding infested with petulant mosquito before I could go home. Finally, I returned with a "war-hardened" skin filled with mosquito bites.
Thinking of it now, I wonder why I was curious in the first place. Why did I say yes? This is regretful and I shall never end up in this sort of mess ever again.
Posted by Sn1p3-RECON at 6:35 AM