Despite the strange and slightly deceiveing thread title this is about my new job.
Now some of you may have heard that I'm working for a manual labour agency doing general labour jobs during the summer and some of you may have also heard that the first job they gave me made my feetses die.
3rd job in, started today, I'm a builder.
A scaffolder's assistant thingy to be precise.
I have a hardhat, a Hi Viz Vest and some safety boots.
After a Health and saftey induction, which involved a video that highly resembled the osrt that we were forced to watch back in school, we got to work.
The work is hard and fast and requires me to manouver and handle large poles.
You know you love the way I played with your dirty little minds there =P
Anywho back to the story, since it is me and somehow I end up in the most fucked up situations/adventures it only seems appropriate to tell the tale as it deserves to be told.
Unfortunatley I have no drugs or alchohol in the house or in my bloodstream so I'll do it sober.
Anywho back to the story...again.....
After the induction it was straight to work, unloading a lorry of the scaffolding poles and frames required for the job.
Once that was done me and my colleague from the agency went inside. oh yeah! I forgot to mention, we're working inside a swmng pool and before someone stupid asks, yes it was empty.
we were helping the pro scaffolder peeps with the erecting of towers, thses things were pretty all considering it was indoors and when I was up there I was scared shitless.
at the time we hadn't placed any bracers on the tower to keep it steady since it was still under construction and that thing swayed like a bitch.
So there I was inside this scaffolding tower looking both down and up and wondering "which is going to kill me first? the fall or the decks (floors) that were hanging precariousley above me".
luckly neither destroyed me and I was able to get down safley, but the dangers os a construction site were ever present and it only really hit me at the end theda that I could have been seriousley inure several times.
I know that by now most of you are thinking "okay but wtf has this got to do with falling hammers and jesabelle?", so I'll give you the answer.
It was during the placement of the bracers once two of the towers were completed that it happened.
One of my colleagues and a pro was handing down a rubber mallet to me from a height that I couldn reach, as I was about to climb the scaffolding to get it he dropped it thinking that I was going to catch it rather than climb up.
This is where jesabelle comes in.
THRACK!!!!!
The mallet, which was fucking heavy for it's size would have either seriousley injured me or in hindsight considering where it hit may have done worse was deflected by my hardhat.
even the others were surprised that I didn't get screwed.
just after impact when I picked the hammer up from the floor I took off my hardhat to adjust it's size slightly.
When replaced the name Jesabelle popped into my brain, like a freshly cooked corn kernel.
yes. I named my hardhat jesabelle.
She saved my life and is my freind and is also suprisingly comfortable to wear.
now for pics.
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Originally Posted by Dios
