3rd day at work and their killing me, each day is worst then the last, tomorrow wont be an exception since I have just as much work if not more. Honesty wouldn't be quite that bad, but I have to work with the boss and he is nothing but rush, rush time is money. I come home sore as hell, lifting lots of heavy concrete slabs/tops (any where between 80-180 pounds) among other stuff, I don't even want to think of the germs and diseases I'm encountering on this job. I'd quit but I don't want to make my uncle look bad since he put a word in for me and I need the money... but I'll damn well be glad when its over!