5 Am is a strange time for my at KMP; on one hand people from night shift are still hanging out playing ping pong and laughing in the rec area and on the other a guy that drank himself to sleep only five or six hours ago. For me it was day one of a new beginning, I put on the running shoes and went for a half an hour shower around camp, then I took another one with less clothes and warm water. My next en devour was Breakfast a wonderful meal even if it can't manage to hold a stick to the Lunch and Dinner. Oatmeal, Denver eggs covered in salsa and a piping hot cup of make me poop. The food was excellent but it wasn't even the best part of my sit down. I made my first friend here in camp! I guess my amusing banter and approachable demeanor naturally attracted some one to sit down and share their meal and thoughts on the exciting day (insert sarcasm here) with me. But wait I have one more surprise... Out of the 1700 in Atco city about two percent of them are female and one happened to find me, given I am pretty fly for a white guy. Apparently I looked like I knew no one and might need a friend. So I have my first camp friend, her name is Sara and she is from Maple Ridge and unlike the most girls here she is in trades. Well this makes my whole day a lot better because orientation day is never an exciting day. So after a lovely bus trip through the busy town of Kitamat we arrived at our destination, Kitamat Valley Institute (KVI from here on out). Now if your never been to a job orientation for a large construction project you may be thinking it will be just a few fly over shots of the project and little blip about the company values and guidelines. Well your close just switch little blip with excruciatingly boring and repetitive. No joke, if you have insomnia, I have the cure; If you ever wanted to be bald but are afraid of barbers, this will make you pull out your hair. It was 9 hours of safety from videos narrated by the lady from Microsoft Office speech to talk.I know your probably thinking i'm exaggerating, and maybe I am, but it is horrible I think I would rather work than this.... After visiting hell we took the bus bake to town and me Sara had some dinner, ribs and salad for me and chili and salad for her. Now up to this point I had only eaten with Sara once before and had not really taken notice of what she had been eating. Turns out the looks I was getting from her well eating were not ones of advancement but rather ones a vegetarian makes well watching a man scarf down three racks of ribs. Oops. Never the less we had a good time and discussed being vegetarian and our movie collections. Usually at this point I would retire to my room and watch a movie and type to this blog, well that's what happened last night anyways. But tonight I was going to see my buddy Steve that I know through Mtg ( look it up if your that curious but your going to be disappointed). Around eight Steve came by and we walked around, talked, and he showed me the KMP tricks and ropes. During our excursion I got the great pleasure in meeting Father John KMP's resident speaker of knowledge, crazy stories and jokes that might have jumped the border into racism. This man is the reason I keep coming back to construction, not the rampant racism, but the crazy stories and grand variety of characters you can only find in the world of construction. We get people from every walk of life. Whether they come from across the globe, in town or just down on the coast. They might be here to help pay for a better life for there kids or just want a jacked up truck. These are the people behind the scenes that people look down on because they didn't go to university maybe not never even finished high school. They are good people and bad people but they make it so you can have your internet and drive a metal box down the road. They are building our world and damn do they have cool stories.
Tanner, Bad at Grammer
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