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Originally Posted by atmosteve
That Cub is the coolest little shopping trolly !
I'll say it again Sean, I so want your job...
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I show all of these toys Steve but none of them belong to me except the models. Whoooppps, I forgot, the Oly III I built on here didn't belong to me either.

I will say I enjoy 18 days out of 20 at work. The other two suck.
The rest of the time is great. I have something hilarious happen almost daily so when I come home I always have a smile on my face and a story to tell the wife.
Yesterday was a great example. My boss bought me a kid.

Ok, actually he hired a young guy to help me and I really needed one. I call him "tool" because he's the perfect worker and I get everything done a lot easier nowadays. He's also known as my Swiss Army Human cause he's really multi talented for someone so young. He picks up any new task, you only have to show him something once, no matter how complicated or new to him. The only complaint I have (and it's not really a complaint) is that sometimes he does his job too well. He has a tendency to go way overboard to please. That's a good thing and I'm sure he'll get in the groove soon enough.
I promised him when he started that I would teach him how to run heavy equipment. I'm sure you can imagine he got all excited about that. He's mastered all of the small stuff and has worked his way up to the big boys that can do a LOT of damage with little or no thought.
So, yesterday we decided to tackle getting rid of this pile of tree debris left over from a clearing job. I show him the basics of a Caterpillar D5, he drives it around some to get the hang of it and I tell him to dig a hole large enough to shove the debris into and then we'll push the dirt back over it. He starts going to town and I'm really impresses me with his smooth operation and making every lick count. I go to lunch and he states he wants to stay and get to a stopping point before shutting down. I leave and come back an hour later. As I drive across the property I look over to check on his progress and don't see him or the D5.

I got distracted with someone else so I forgot about it. I figured he had driven the dozer over to the fueling bunker to fill it up. A while later he comes back from lunch, parks his car and starts walking the 1/2 mile over to that corner where we were dumping everything.

I jump in the truck catch him and ask why he doesn't drive the D5 back over since we'll need it to push the dirt back into the hole.
"It's already over there".
"Where?"
"In the hole."

He gets in and we drive over there. We needed a hole about the size of a smaller mobile home to dump everything. He excavated an underground parking garage. Even the D5 looked small down in there.
No harm, no foul but, talk about results.