Ah, August 17th... otherwise known as the annual junction point of the space-time continuum (if you're anywhere near me).
I spent 12 hours today on the project of raking cut hay. This is a common agricultural activity. The thing is, we don't actually farm anymore. My efforts were for a custom forage harvesting operation. I'll probably even get paid.
Even added with the recent weekend's fun activities, driving a tractor across hay fields at nearly 8 miles per hour for a very long time just wasn't unusual enough for an August 17th. Nope, I had to get a flat tire, thus holding up the harvesting group, which charges (including trucks) about $350/hour.
That, too, was not enough, as the full-time company truck driver that replaced the last one that quit... effectively quit. So, as of tomorrow, I'll be hauling scrap metal all day. The price of scrap is high right now, but is expected to go down next month, so metal is being recycled at a prodigious rate. That expected slowdown, however, will correspond to apple season. Effectively, I am now employed full-time for months, at least.
So, what's all of this nonsense about the ramifications of the calendar? Well, I'll have to explain later. I have to get to sleep early, for a change, because I suddenly have a job. Funny that it should happen today, of all possible days.
Incidentally, I stole the post title from Robert Prather-- without shame, but with great amusement.
Posted by Mitch at August 17, 2004 11:11 PM