I followed Luke to the end of the hall and was introduced to my room. The foam that was once in the back seat of the truck was now placed over a stained mattress, now acting as my bed. He gave me a blanket (a brown one... one of those ones that have like a eagle or a deer on it) I had brought my own pillow. (thank goodness)
I did my best to "make my bed." I decided that the best way to do it was to fold the blanket in half and sleep in it like a sleeping bag with hopes that I would not touch the foam with my bare skin.
Then i had my "shower" and when i got back into my room i decided it was time to change my socks, as i was doing so, i happened to look up. My attention was drawn to the poster at the head of my bed. Two hot babes in leather on a motor bike, charming!
I had to leave my room to find a bin (garbage) so i could dispose of my socks, naturally. While i was out i decided i needed to be social and get to know my fellow workers.
They were all siting on the couches, so i sat on the corner of the bed that was in the living room. When i sat down i felt something roll down that mattress and pool at my butt (the way sand does when you are at the beach and sit on a towel savy ?) Well it was just like that, but in my case it was mouse poop... i could not breath. I held my breath, stood up, and said no thank you to the 3 beers handed in my direction still holding my breath all the way to my room. When i shut the door, i did my "grossed out dance." It looks something like me jumping around flaling my arms and having a very sick look on my face followed by the quivers.
When i got myself together i decided i was going to do my crest white strips, write in my journal and then try to sleep. As i was putting on my white strips a mozzie (i am so all about aussie slang) landed on it and got suck.... because why, i am Angela Bridge and why would that not happen to me. I just turned off the light put my Ipod on and tried to sleep. However, my Ipod died after the first 30 seconds. Sweet dreams angie cat, sweet dreams.
( Description of the kitchen-the counters were covered in a thick layer of dead bugs, i don't think they had ever been washed. The sink was white now turned brown and i do believe the garbage had been there since the "house" was built)
Peter gave me a bang on the door to get up but i was already awake; i had to pee since 5:30 but i didn't want to bump into anyone on the way to the bathroom... and well i didn't want a frog to bite my bum. Breakfast consisted of wheat bix (just like shreded wheat at home) so i put one in my bowl and went for the milk... yah it was like 4% i swear i took one bite and the cream instantly coasted my mouth and i found it hard to swallow. That was nice since i forgot my toothbrush, the good old finger scrub did the trick (tear tear). We ( me, luke,peter) you know the "crew" watched the morning show and then took off to the field.
Another long day at the office as tina would say but for me no..... another long day on a combine with luke. for those of you that have not been in a combine i will en-lighten you. 2 seats the driver seat bounces up and down so that you "move with the combine" and the other one you feel like your bum is going to break when you hit bumps. So just me and Luke all day long .... all day.... no time apart... ALL DAY. Luke does not listen the radio so it was just the buzz of the combine that we rocked out to. The one time that he did turn it on; i almost pinched myself again. i had to look out the window to stop from laughing when he started to dance to the beat. The truck drivers kept trying to talk to me on the 2 way radio, they said they liked my accent... did i feel violated or a little creeped out who me ... no never!
When we were done, we headed to town. Now, ask me what i did for St Paddys Day? I went to the pub and watched people get drunk in green sequence... why yes... yes i did. Oh and i also ordered the veggie soup with a roll. (that seemed safe?) So I went outside to call Max and Mel to tell them about my day, and Luke was just going to order for me. When i got back inside he told me that they got me the St Paddys Day special... can you guess... Irish stew.....yum right? Well it smelt like my shower and looked like well...not good. I kept putting salt on it so that i could at least eat the potato. Luke laughed at me and said " my wife really likes pepper too" I HATE PEPPER !!the pepper here is white...so not only did i have irish stew it was really hot from all the pepper i added YUM.
I feel like this is way to long, but i cant get it all in with just a little post!
We got back and i had yet another "shower." ( this time i washed my feet and face and i think i smelt worse after) I went to sleep as fast i could. I got up the next morning to find out that peter was going to finish the field that luke and I had been working on. I have to get tecnical here. The field we had been working on for 2 days was 400 acers. Peter was taking over this one and we were off for a 3 hr drive to start a new field that was 1000 acers do you feel my pain? So now we were going to be gone till friday night. I almost started to cry tears of fear. On our way to this field of death, we stoped at a old family friends house. Cliffie was older and drove a Doge, this was the point of the stop. To see Cliffies truck it was american and very cool, i guess. (Cliffie was a 64 year old chain smoker and welder...and i might add he was a hot old guy !! i'm sorry but its true) The best year of his life was 47... i know this because i asked him why his license plate said "clifi 47" what a cool guy eh.
I prayed like i have never prayed before and i kid you not it started raining buckets. Jacklyn asked me how i got home and i told her "threw the mercy of prayer". I could not stop smiling and when i got back (after the
4 hr drive) i planted my self on the kitchen floor and just was happy to be home.