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Boat up out of the water


Finally got the boat out of the water and on dry land friday around noon.It took an entire week of asking,pleading, cajoling, and screaming to get these dickheads to do something. I left a trail of tears. Had to apologize to Bruce the yard boss, I call him Triplets because he looks like he's about to have them. I explained to him that not all of us wanted to live and die in Dixie and that some of us were actually task oriented, we wake up in the morning hoping to get x, y, and z accomplished today. O.K., maybe not y and z, but could we give x a shot?
Sometime this fucking week? Had to explain to him that my people are German, and that we are a sweet and gentle folk who are loath to offend anyone for any reason, but we have this strange little quirk about getting things done and that it's not a good idea to take a nap on the tracks when we're coming down the line.

Entire nations have disappeared. Louisiana would be a snap, it's already been softened up by 300 years of inbreeding and a diet of fried milk. The mindless assholes actually pray night and day for the endtimes- no problemo, dude. Can do.

Enough already, John and Randy, my two welders are happy and working hard on chopping up the boat and next week we'll start to reconfigure her to host Joyce and me and our two cats rather than 50,000 lbs of frozen shrimp. I figured out that if I pay them a few dollars/hr more it makes a hugh difference to them. The yard pays them shit, but the difference of 44 to 49 dollars/hr to me is not much compared to the increase in work and general good vibes.