crash landing before take-off

i don't know how to explain what it tastes like, my pride. swallowed so far down that it may be good for me. good enough to last the rest of my life.

the smell was so bad and the rotten food gurgled in the bottom of the barrel and he told me "hey sometimes it smells bad but we have to empty it anyway" and when i gagged in mid-air i asked him if i should vomit into the rotten food or does it even matter. i guess we all have to start at the bottom sometime. i just thought i started here nearly fifteen years ago and i can't help but wonder how i can spin this on my resume'.

funny thing that none of the other guys wear gloves at work. yesterday i thought it was odd and today i'm wondering if they think i'm odd that i can't touch rotten food and spit can juice splatter with my bare hands. maybe i'm not man enough i wonder if they think. oh, he the pretty boy who gags.

the guy i'm working with tells me he drives trucks for the army national guard about ten seconds before he backs into a roll down door and about five minutes before he slams into the loading dock and now i brace myself in anti-whiplash positions anytime the truck is moving.

i'm bracing my entire self right now.