Washington Rock Quarry

for those of us real men, this is a job. breaking rocks with my bare hands? no big deal. smashing boulders over my knees? whatever. bending steel pipes between my fingers? come on. this is what i did the last few weeks at home. i started out at the bottom of the totem pole, but quickly rose thru the ranks to become president. when they saw how much i could do they had no choice but to throw money at me.

these pics show when i got soaked taking samples from the huge stockpiles they had so i could test them to make sure they met specifications. pretty tedious and unnecessary i say but oh well. so i had to jump onto these piles that use water to clean the sand and it collects at the bottom. i thought i could clear it but no such luck. i sank in up to my thighs. then the pile starts landsliding down as i'm stuck in it. of course these truckers happen to be driving by at the time and so they gave me a courtesy honk when they saw the predicament i was in. needless to say i drove home so i could change my pants and socks cause i was soaked. i wasnt going to go thru the rest of the day like that. but whatever, my chest was a lot harrier after working there - (harrier is a play on words, the guy who owns it is named harry)