This is the God?s honest truth coming rom NOLA

My generation showed/shows up for work the next day if it is a hospital wrist band from the Emergency Ward.

I ran two fingers over with a chainsaw once, and another time lopped the end of one off in a tractor (reattached happily) on weekends and showed up for work the next Monday. Cowboy up.

Drinking is what you do at night to get ready for work the next day.

On the other hand, a friend of my Father's "hurt his back" on a job in the 1960's and never worked again. Managed a lot of camping and snowmobiling and bowling . . . but couldn't work.

It's not generational. It's attitude. My back, neck, hips and knees give me agony about every day but I work through it. Severe osteoarthritis. Motion is lotion. You stop - you seize up.
 

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I remember at 12 my mother driving me to a Christmas tree lot I was so scared and she said,?Go ask to speak with the owner with your back up straight and give him a firm handshake and let him know you wanna work for him.? He treated me like a son. I work for him every year til I was 20.

Gary?s Christmas Tree lot [emoji268]
 

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