On Saturday I was fighting fires, helping the fire department stop a house fire that took out an entirely new log home from spreading into the cemetery across the street from us. POOR BASTARDS. Sorry, but having been through building a house, I feel SO sorry for someone who has to start all over again. I helped by waving my sun hat at the firemen to show them where the fire was. I was running at the time so they might’ve been overly distracted by my bikini top. I proceeded to make matters worse by turning on the sprinklers in the cemetery and getting my cream-coloured linen pants soalked through. Good job my undies were clean!
The rest of the weekend was spent harvesting clover which has really got out of control and developed seeds that I didn’t want to spread. No other jobs got done. None none none. Legs are buggered.!
Poo.
Back at work this morning I found out my promised monthly pay rise was actually annual so one twelfth of what I was expecting. Sucks to be me sometimes. There's me thinking they were going to pay me something getting on for normal.
