Well it has been four days since
my last entry and many may contribute it to the weekend but there are no
weekends here only work and work has finally began. Now coming from the coast
and the civil construction industry work for me is none stop; get this done
well and as fast as we can. Another thing is when there is no work we don’t
come in or we go to another job. Things are different at KMP because every day
you come to work whether or not there may be work for you and your crew and the
pace at which you do each job would have you out on your ass after your first
day if you were back home. Now for me this adaptation hasn't happened as
quickly as others so I get assigned tasks I get one a job that should have
taken me all day and it’s done by first coffee break. Same goes for when I
assign tasks; some of the boys have gone to calling me ‘Masta Tanna’ because apparently
I am a slave driver. So as you would guess this leaves us with a lot of time of
which we have no assigned tasks and I have no more tasks for the day to hand
out. This all brings us to walking. In the last four since my last blog post I
decided to download a pedometer to count the number of steps I had taken and I
have gone an average of eleven kilometers per day; all while wearing steel toes
a big vest and carrying a tool belt. Now you might be wondering at this point
if work through a forest and up a trail but I get right to morning meeting
point by bus and there is not a tree on site. Yes the site is just that
massive. The total working area is just over eight square kilometers; each pot
line, the buildings where they smelt the alumina into aluminum is each over 1
km in distance and to get around all the active work you sometimes have to go
all around because another trade may be working in that area or maybe there is
even a crane hoisting an entire building above of you. So when people ask me
what I do for work I don’t tell them I do construction I’m going to tell them
that I walk. So when I come home at the end of the day and want nothing more
than to lie in my bed and fall asleep you can understand why. But there’s eating
to be done and with eating comes my new favorite pastime, people watching.
There is a crew of about five friends I have now at camp and when we all get
together we are a horrible bunch. But boy is it funny and the new fodder the
camp provides for our critique never seems to disappoint. As an example on Saturday
a lot of the camp goes to town and buys they themselves some booze. Well we
were all in the dining hall having some ice cream dessert and coffee when in
comes Santa Clause and he looked like someone may spiked the cookies and milk. So
as Santa comes trotting in he starts to veer to his right when ‘BAM’ right into
a sign. Santa and the sign go everywhere and although you don’t really want to
laugh at some old guy going down, you cannot help but laugh and we are killing ourselves.
So in runs security and tries to help him up but Santa tells them to go pound
sand and that he just there for some pie. It was a fantastic moment. It’s the little
things like this that keeps you going every day, well that and the money.
Peace
out, Tanner( Can’t spell Kitaimat right)
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