So, with Spring officially here, it's now time for all of the parents to start saying to their kids "It's a nice day today, why don't you go outside and play?" The response usually is "okay," unless you're me or any of my friends. Then the response changes to "Just one more level, just one more cutscene, just one more achievement.....*twitch*."

This past year, though, my parents have never bugged me about going outside. Why? Simple. Because I work outside. I cut lawns and rake leaves and pick up sticks.

Wait, before you say "So what?" let me clarify a bit. I am a 19-year old Hispanic guy with long hair, a mustache and beard (at times), with super tanning abilities, who wears a bandana when he works, and I cut grass. How much more stereotypical can I get? I'm not sure. I am, however, seriously considering taping something to my back that says "Honk if you think I'm illegal." Oh, the lulz that would ensue.

So, my boss called the other day and said "Guess what! We're gonna start work on Thursday or Friday!" Obviously, I was overjoyed and saddened at the same time. Overjoyed, because now I have a job and I can get paid. Getting paid means money for video games (you know, the ones on my ever growing wish list), and...I guess, to a lesser extent, my girlfriend as well. However, this also means I have to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and work until 3 or 4, with little to no breaks in between, and those breaks (usually) don't have bathrooms.

And then there's the heat. I love the cold, just love it. I could stand outside in 20 degree weather with a short sleeve shirt and feel right at home. However, thanks to my super tanning abilities and (as the result) my dark skin, I absorb a ton of sunlight in the course of a day. Sunlight = heat, and heat I can't stand. It's miserable. Though it is pretty nice to jump into a pool after a hard day's work. But that's not the point. The point is is that my body is so used to keeping me at 99.3 (Yeah, that's my normal body temperature) that when hot weather hits, my body says to itself:

"ZOMG WAT IS TEH HEET DUING HEIR?!?!11?! LOL, O WELL ILL JUS TURN ALL TEH ENURGY I USE INTO THERMUL ENURGY!"

Seriously, that's what it does. Every year, and every year I have to hear it inside my head. It's not fun. Neither is supposedly running a fever when I'm not sick.

Oh, well, wish me luck anyways....

Never landscape for a job,

~Trebor