Life of a Walk On: Summer, Part 1

As you all know, us walk on's do not have scholarships; therefore, we have to pay for our own living expenses all summer long. This means that we have to go out and find a summer job that pays not so well. Personally, I co-own a neighborhood lawn cutting business with my younger brother, and we make absolute GUAP. This job that I created for myself as an eighth grader has payed for half of my car (since my parents are the best and split the cost with me), all my gas money throughout high school, concerts, dates with the lady friend, Christmas gifts, and drinks for when I get dehydrated on the weekends. I have had this job for five years now and still going strong. It's awesome.

This summer, however, I decided it was time to step my game up and get another job on top of the lawns in order to accumulate the most money possible so I can just be a straight baller during the school year. I got hooked up down at a local company which manufactures plane and helicopter parts. I basically do all the bitch work. This past week our job was to clean up the section behind the factory that was full of weeds and other such crap (we found a swivel chair in the middle of all of it, a real live swivel chair). I've done some weeding before in my life and I do indeed know that I get poison ivy kind of easily compared to others. I swore that this time was going to be different and ferociously attacked the weeds with these sweet pair of gloves I bought at Home Depot. That reminds me about the dude who walked into a home depot and saw'd both of his arms of, which then leads me to think if one of his arms was saw'd off already how did he possibly saw off the other one? Or did he saw both of them off at the same time? What?  

Oh yeah, so I'm just absolutely clearing the F out of this area in the back of the factory filled with weeds and other such crap and when the week is over, the area is basically all cleared. I wish I had pictures but I just don't. So anyway, everything is chill until sometime Friday night. I suddenly realize that my right forearm is violently itchy and so I itch it a little. Saturday morning I wake up and my right forearm is as red as a baby's spanked bottom. My sweet Granny gives me some of her lotion she has in the house and I put it on twice before leaving for the day. My day continues and I forget about my arm. Saturday night, I wake up and my forearm, lower thighs, and calfs, are just on fire and itching SO BAD. I'm writing this blog tonight, Monday night, with an oozing right forearm. I am poison ivy. It SUCKS!!!! I can't even get my workouts in because sweat is not good for it said my mommy (don't tell my trainer).

So to all other walk on's out there getting buckets, or just doing odd jobs like me to make ends meet, when in doubt, Helicopter. Or just wear long sleeves and pants so your not hating your life and rubbing ointment up and down your body seven times a day like me. Poison ivy will always be greater than you. Always.

For some reason this is the first picture that pops up when you type in poison ivy on google images. Idk man.

-Steve-O