In my previous resident, I had a lot of people who do certain kinds of job, there was this particular guy who usually comes around the area and we vibe together, mostly, we go out together, he was a good guy and he dislike noise a lot, he likes coming around me, since I exhibit the same manner.
He had an uncle who was a manger at a construction site, so he told me that, he is short of money, "how about we inform his uncle that we will like to go and join him in the site where houses were built, according to him, he said he has work in a construction site once, but for me, I didn't.
Then we agreed, and he told his uncle and the man accepted that we come the next day, because on that day we called, the work was already ongoing and there was no vacant to placed anybody for a day task.
The next day we got there, and his uncle gave us a form to fill in our names, phone number and house address, we finished filling it, and he assigned us to be in charge of counting the cements taking out of the store.
Also, it was our jobs to brought the cements out of the store for the people whenever they needed it.
There was one workable wheelbarrow at the site, others were not good, so we have to managed with the one that was good to used, although, the manager assured us that someone was coming to repaired the wheelbarrows that needed to be fixed.
The site was big, some people moulds blocks using automatic moulding machines and few did not know how to operate those machines, so the prefer moulding it with a manual moulder, other people lay foundation of buildings and do casting.
We did turned by turned, when people needs cement, I will go and supply to them, and after then, on another demand, my friend would go, then it was his turned and he was busy answering calls after he has put few cements on the wheelbarrow, he didn't minds where he was going.
Therefore, he hit the wheelbarrow on a gallop on the site, and the cements falls on the ground, luckily, there were still intact, but the wheelbarrow's left hand bend and when he wanted to rush and put them back, so that his uncle doesn't noticed what happened, with that hesitation, he make the hand of the wheelbarrow to cut.
I told him it was better we inform his uncle so that he do something about it, but his opinion was, "we should not, because he doesn't want him to get mad at us, that was how we began to carry the cements with our hands.
Later on, the manger left the site and told us "he is going to town, and he will be back in few minutes. Yet, we didn't still let him know that the wheelbarrow was not in good shape.
I can't really tell how many cements I lift with my hands to the people who needed it, in their differents places, but it gotten to a point that I can't do it anymore, because I was not seeing any reasons why I shouldn't Informed the manager, I then informed him that we had issues with the wheelbarrow, he told me to take the wheelbarrow to the welder.
The welder's workshop was a bit far, but I had to go there, because I can't continue carrying the bags of cements with my hands.
Yet, when I got home, my body was still paining me, because of the ones I already jack as a bulldozer.
The best part was that, we thoughts our job will finished after that day, but the manager was still looking for our service and we did it for some months, he was paying us daily and it was good, but we never attempt carrying the cements with our hands again.
