Back on the job today. Its been a weird, gloomy August, but the sun is back. Knowing this, it was tough getting out the door this morning. Despite my ambitions to start putting in full days, I signed in for a half-day.
My partner was brand new on the job. Another nice, single gay guy close to my age. He's working off a fine for riding his bike on the sidewalk. Eighteen 8-hour days for riding his friggin' bike on the sidewalk. On the day he went to sign up for this duty, the offices were closed due to the furloughs(sp?).
We worked the southside of Fountain from La Brea to La Cienega. A pretty easy route actually. No hills and not much foot traffic. Not much trash. I make sure to tell the new guy that obviously we have to pick up the trash, but cigarette butts are the main thing. And if you don't see them, our man Julio will come point them out for you.
For whatever reason, my back didn't bother me either.
I was 43 when I started this. I'll be 45 when I finish.
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