Wrote in another post how /not too bad/ my job is. Today was one of those days I question the whole direction of my life. I was in mud up to my knees, and trying to make my way around a bridge form to mark out a ton of points. I had a delightful variation of terrain ranging from the previoisly mentioned mud, to balancing on top of a 6" form, to straddling a mud pit with one foot on a form and the other planted against the shoring. I got mud in everything, and fucked up my field book. Couldn't find my ear plugs, so I had napkins stuffed in my ears. Add to that my antique gear that was being beautiful being, I was wishing I was just about anywhere else. I impressed the rod buster foreman anyway. He said he's never seen a surveyor would would have gotten in that mess. He must usually deal with smarter people than me :^S
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Oh, and I was getting trolled by yellowjackets. Flying my face, landing on my stuff. Have to pay attention before I touch anything...