The last couple weeks at Bakkers have consisted of an assortment of different jobs, some of which were the most strenuous I've done there yet. Walking through soft dirt while hopping over freshly dug trees, then bending at each clump of trees to put a label on it, all the while trying to stay ahead of the tiers so they don't move the tree on me and cause me to lose my hold on the label... And so we don't all get in each others way, bumping into each other as we try to keep a fast pace. Then there was the couple half days of putting poly plastic on the poly-houses. My job? Stand around watching the men tug and pull and fight the plastic to get it where they want and then a couple more men throw shovels full of dirt on the loose poly all along the side of the house, and THEN came the weakling women and old men's job - walking up or down each side of the long house, stabbing that extra poly with a long poking stick. Raise, STAB! Raise, STAB! Raise, STAB! Good workout. I liked it at first because it kept me warm, then got really tired and was thankful Dee finally told me I only had to poke after every two steps instead of after each one! (Gee thanks, Foo. Every step... bah!)
These weeks have been hard, but fun. The fast pace made the days go faster. The hard work made me feel good physically and sleep good too. Working with huge crews gave me a chance to get to know other workers I've seen around all summer but never talked to. And best of all, the standing around between the hard work gave me a chance to enjoy the sunrise and the sunset and all the stuff in the middle every day! Like a big oreo.
