Russ Farrell
Well, he canned me, the guy he fired me.
Says he,” Go up and get your time.”
Says he, “The way you’ve stood around
You ain’t worth a lousy dime.”
An’ I got mad. These Supers
Always think they’re so damned smart.
I says, “Before you can a guy
You got to wait for him to start.”
The Super says, “you made the point.
I’ve seen you here three days…
You haven’t moved a muscle,
You just stand there in a daze.”
“You get in here with me,” he says.
So we climbed inside his rig
An’ he drove us to his office…
He’s the Super, Mr. Big!
He says, “Write out this fellow’s time,”
An’ the Clerk takes down my name.
He asks, “How long you been here?”
I says, “Monday’s when I came.”
I didn’t tell him that I didn’t hire out,
That I knew some fellers there
An’ was kind of looking ‘round the site
While taking in the air.
He writes a check for three full days
An’ the Super signs his name.
If a feller wants to can me
How in hell am I to blame?
So set us up another round,
One to Super an’ his Clerk.
It’s the first I’ve had a payday
An’ never went to work!
Great story!