Travel Blog

You know how you get to a certain point of a project where you just don’t want to be working on it anymore? Like if
you have to be working on it for one more minute, you’re going to rip all your hair out or maim a co-worker or
something? Well, Phil and I are at that point with these stupid beets right now. We’re just about at the point of
pulling out in the middle of the night with nary a word. But, unfortunately for us, both of us were raised right and we
can’t just run out on a job. Even if that job is lasting forever. And driving us insane. And making us eat cake every
night to dull the pain.

They told us this gig would last about ten days. No sweat, right? Well, thanks to the godawful, stupid rain here, we
have about seven of those days done, and now we’re in another holding pattern because the fields are bogs that
the trucks can’t slog through. It started to rain last night, so we worked only three hours before we were told to go
home. They say we’ll be back to work on Monday night (this rain is conspiring with the sugar company from
keeping us from ever getting time-and-a-half and double-time for the weekends), but it’s raining while I type this, so
we just don’t know. And to make things worse, our sleep patterns are getting off kilter again, so when we actually
get back to work, we’ll be zombies. Not that we can’t function at this job like that. You don’t need many firing
synapses to do this. Do I sound bitter? Don’t get me started. I want my mommy.

Speaking of which, my family wants to know when I’m going to be home.

Wahhhhhhhhhh! I just don’t know. I think I told everyone we’d be in PA at the end of October, and that’s what I’m
still hoping for. We hope, if this rain will end, we have only about three more nights of work and we can hit the
road. And we don’t think it will take more than three days to get from here to PA, so we’re hoping the week of the
25th we’ll be there. Mom, I’ll call ya when we leave Minnesota. Everyone, do us a favor and do some anti-rain
dances and send that energy to Minnesota so we can get the hell outta here. For all those who may be reading
this blog in hopes of getting the real poop on the sugar beet harvest, we’ll be writing a review at the end with all the
pros and cons. Don’t let my rant here make is seem like there’s nothing good about it…it’s just that I am so ready
to head for home that I’m unable to see the good right now. I’ll be more objective later. When I don’t have the smell
of beets in my truck or in my clothes anymore.

Stupid beets.