The Spirit Of James Hoffa
Let me tell you something, I said I says let me tell ya something. I’m tired of these public sector workers, specifically these manual labor city workers in my neck of the woods. From the powerline workers who won’t work until the Slim Jim branch is removed to the tree trimmers that need 5 guys working one palm tree. You can not look down upon me anymore, I’ll out work you during your stand around hours. You are no different to the crossing guard ladies and it shows. At least the crossing guard has a good reason to stop traffic, those road construction workers ruin traffic for a quarter of the year then ruin the road that the traffic took place on. Pot holes, the same kind that made Papa Bear run for mayor just to get things done. These Manual labor city workers have the audacity of using boloney and packing two boloney luncheons when they know that all they crave deep down is one unearned hand carved turkey or a hail Mary stop at Chipotle. Their use of gloves is like the use of used Carhart clothing in fashion, your hands ain’t been working. Maybe they do need two luncheons now that I think of it, what else are they supposed to do with the amount of breaks they take. You manual labor city workers get more breaks than a cigarette smoking pregnant woman and that’s without the vacation time. To the Grounds maintenance people for the city in my neck of the woods, use YouTube if you don’t know how to do the job. You’re already on your phone, use it. How many times will you scratch my truck windows before you realize that maybe you should stop using the weedwhacker when the light is red and full of cars. To the city workers who blow grass onto the street instead of on top of the grass like normal people, I hope they call you down to identify your mother by her cunt. They use leaf blowers as if they learned to use it from watching Spongebob. I feel like these guys use leaf blowers like it’s a vacuum, just blowing clippings on to the street thinking that they got all of them. What’s worse is when the sitting lawn mowing moo cow doesn’t know which side does the clippings come out of the mower, so it just goes onto or into your car. It sounds like I drive a drop top Jaguar but I just prefer to go with the windows down in the truck instead of wasting gas on the A/C. To the tree trimming city workers, you got a sausage fest going on at the woodchipper. Five guys manning the station, two actually working and three just watching. They don’t even use sign holders or flags wavers as much anymore, they use portable boom gates with a fat guy controlling it somewhere off in the shade in the bushes like a pervert with funny videos playing on his phone. They say these manual labor city worker’s jobs are more safe than my jobs but I say I’m doing their job for them. Let’s see who’s job is safe once the scientist get down building those job replacing transformers; the government blanket ain’t too warm in the winter.