Well, my alarm clock woke me up at 5:30am this morning. Showered. Ate cereal. Drank coffee. Put on my hard hat and was ready to start my day.

My Pops drove me over to Joyce station where I was supposed to meet Frank at 6:30am. My Dad's words of advice were, "If he comes in a newer truck, he's a businessman. If he comes in a piece of shit, he's just another guy."

Frank shows up later with a 1980 GMC Econoline 350 Van. This van is a rusty piece of shit that is like a 12 or 15 passenger van, or maybe bus.

If you take a quick fastforward to dinner time that day, My Dad said to me that when he saw the piece of shit Frank showed up in, he was going to tell me to just forget even going to work for this guy, but let me do it anyways.

Well, Frank was later and so was his lead hand who apparently missed the bus for the second day in a row. Well, it's ten to seven and the dude shows up. We're off. The site is supposed to be in Burnaby, or so Frank told me. We end up driving towards Vancouver, and I instantly