Gerardo DeLeon’s BodyBlog

I work around a bunch of suites and desk jockeys. Sometimes me or my crew have to do labor for them, exp., moving large objects, rolls of 75lb cables, batteries etc. The thing I don’t get is why some of em are just plain *******s. I mean, you called me to help your lazy ass, and then your going to just look at me like I punched you in the face after I help you.

My company just had a meeting with everyone, afterwards we had catered food. I helped set tables and chairs in an empty room so everyone could eat. Only when we were done setting up, the people just stormed in with their food acting like they had never eaten. And me and my crew wait in line, seemed it would of been decent enough to let us get our food first. I mean, these suites and desk jockys sit all day, they need this much food to….sit some more.

And get this, I am lifting in the afternoon outside jamming pantera. And one of the guys that gave me a "Im better than you look" has the nerve to ask me to teach him how to lift and work him out. I almost said eat shit, but realized I aint no better than him telling him off. So I showed him a couple of pointers, told him what to eat and all that. It felt good not to be pissed off and help.

Don’t know why it happens with us roughnecks, getting stares and comments about my workboots. Not all people are like this though, mabe if we had less judging of an individual we could live and function better, and hell, mabe Im full a shit.