one thing I enjoy about work is getting to experience job-site humor. this week our guys moved up to the 11th floor. I mean we door guys... S. Madison Services is our company's name. different trades are on all different levels. for example the cabinet guys - they work for Perrott - are a level ahead of us. the fuckin tile guys (which is how they're always referred to) are always on the floor we're on and always putting their stuff in our way and their trash in our cans. one time I pointed out to Dennis (our foreman) that our can was full of tile trash. he said "What!?!" picked up the can, walked over to the pallet with all their tiles, and dumped it on top. I thought the tile scraps were going to break the ones still in the boxes he dumped it so hard. he said "Don't be gentle with their shit!"

I thoroughly enjoy the humor of the job site.

our port-a-potties here are called Honey Buckets because they all say that on the side. that's the name of the company who provides and services them. anyway, I was in the honey bucket on monday... of course this is the beginning of a good story. the sticker that normally says "IF THIS UNIT IS IN NEED OF SERVICE PLEASE NOTIFY OUR OFFICE" was skillfully altered with a sharpie to say "IF THIS UNIT IS IN NEED OF SERVICE PLEASE NOTIFY YOUR ANUS."

in the stair well, taped to the wall outside the door to each floor is an orange, laminated piece of paper with bold writing saying "LEVEL blah." next to it is another orange paper that says "ABSOLUTELY NO FOOD, DRINK, OR TOBACCO ON THIS LEVEL!!!" on level 11 someone added to that sign in pencil: "drugs & alcohol ok" two days later the safety guy came around with a red marker and crossed that out, just to clarify.

and on each of those level number signs, someone wrote a little something in sharpie.
LEVEL 3 "to pee" then in different handwriting underneath that, it said "you're a fag!"
LEVEL 4 "horror"
LEVEL 5 "stay alive"
LEVEL 6 I forget
LEVEL 7 "s heaven"
LEVEL 8 "s great"
LEVEL 9 I forget
LEVEL 10 "pig pen"
LEVEL 11 "balls"