for the past week ive been working my ass off... unless you live in northern maine you have no clue what im talking about. we have a lil something called harvest vaction.. you either work or you sit on your ass all vacation..3 weeks or so. maine is known for its potatoes. those starchy bastards you eat are evil dirty fuckers. i do the work of standing on a harvester for 14hrs straight picking the rocks and rotten shit and everything else out from the precious cargo that is potatoes. i hate it. for you that know nothing of harvesting.. or potatoes.. let me enlighten you..........imagine...-
youre on this huge hunk of machinery.. incredibly loud you cant hear the person next to you screaming at you asking what time it is. its about 40 degrees but due to the wind and the movement and sickening rocking of the harvester causes you to be freezing your ass off.. so you wear 4 layers of clothing to keep warm and you huddle next to the exposed engine of the harvester. you pick as fast as possible with the crappy gloves you got, getting the huge ass rocks, sunburned potatoes, rotten potatoes, grass, dirt chunks and anything else non potato friendly and chuck them off to the side. theres dirt and chunks of weeks flying everywhere around you getting in your eyes and in your mouth and in your clothes...so i wear goggles. the ends of your fingers have been worn down a layer or two of flesh, still scraping against the rough interior of the gloves. thanks to all the shit you pick up. you starting at 6 am .. its 7:30 feels like youve been here 8 hrs already. the sun is barely up, everyone looks miserable, the driver of the harvester has a nice heater and radio, food and a cell phone, chatting on some phone sex line, theres creepy unshaven men dirty as fuck leering at your ass. youre frumpy youre dirty and your snot is even black. youve already scrapped up your arms pretty bad and youre bleeding and youre bruised...you gotta pee.. bad... you wait til the harvester breaks down for a sec then you run to the barely concealing woods and have a pissing contest with mr. moose. 11 finaaaaaalllyyyyyyyy rolls around and you get to stuff your face for lunch. then hop back on. now its 3ish. you dont know if youre going to end at 6 or 9 somewhere between those hours. now its too hot. youre peeling off clothes and trying to stay soft, but the fucking dirt is sandpapery. the rows of potatoes are 30 mins long each, meaning you only get to sit when the driver is turning to go to the next row.. maybe half a minute. your feet are broken. 6ish...7ish..8ish.. okee you can go home now. you walk through the door of your home, you peel off the clothes you run a bath and you soak for an hour. stuff your face..make sure no potatoes.. then you sleep .. get up at 4:30 am put some clothes on, feel clean for an hour and a half then do it alllll over again.
i hate Maine.