The sixth day of my life, June 20

I worked my first job from labor ready. It was pretty awesome in its own respect; I got to try out construction clean up, which actually wasn't all that bad. I found it to be pretty satisfying in it's own strange way, when I didn't have to socialize with the other workers. I found that the other people who were on clean up duty from labor ready were not the type that I would like to hang around. Fortunately, it is unlikely that I will be on a job site with them ever again, because labor ready is like that. You don't have to work with the same people every time, nor even work every day if you don't want to.

I was working at pounding rebar into concrete for the creation of supports within a concrete mold that would be used to make cement curbs within the new building. I think I like concrete, and the predictable nature of the substance, but at the same time, it doesn't have the same beauty or reusable qualities of stone. I would love to see a big industry building made with stone rather than cement. Still, that part of the job was nice and solitary; just me, a bunch of steel, and a hammer.

The next part of the job was more monotonous that the last, and much less appealing. Apart form having to deal with the other workers, I was walking around, sweeping up after the messes that the other workers left behind. I think that around hour six on the job, I was reminded why I didn't particularly like people (myself included), and their short sighted reality. I also felt a pang of guilt working in that big building, where there once were trees and a couple of swamps. It is hard to think of the effect that this building has had on the environment, even as itself. It may be an economic boom for the town, but it is a drain on what makes New Hampshire, New Hampshire. This state is supposed to be quaint, colloquial, and small. Being stuck in the past isn't a bad thing, when tourist season comes, plus, I see very few downsides to an older way of life. Back less than a hundred years ago, in my small town, everyone knew everyone, and the community aspect of life up north was tight and sound. Now, I hardly know anyone from my town, and I doubt most of them know me, or what I do. How nice it would be to be tighter knit, though, I suppose I am as much of the problem as I am part of the solution right now.

Back on the work site, I got about nine and a half hours of work in, and then packed up for home. I got my depressingly low paycheck for the day, and then spent my night doing internship application work while resting my feet a little.