Now I lay myself to sleep, pray someone my soul to keep

Before I go off to the magical land of dreams (hopefully), a short recount of my day.

Woke up at 5.00, delicious sound of my alarm going off. God that's one annoying beep but it's the only thing that'll do.
Get downstairs and find out it's -8 outside, so well below freezing. Fun, seeing as I'll be outside the entire day.
Want to grab some sandwiches....someone forgot to get bread, will have to go with noodles. Little did I know I would not eat anything for another 13 hours.

Great, 7am, I'm standing in an orchard in the middle of bloody nowhere, waiting for the crew to show up. You see, today I've been recruited to help haul my uncle and dad some wood. And by recruited I mean forced. And by some wood I mean 18 tonnes. Yes, you read it right, 18 tonnes of furnace-grade wood.
It's been sawed beforehand into manageable chunks and strewn across a field that measures about 1 square kilometer.

Enter: the tractor! A tractor my dad's boss owns has been outfitted with a container that can take up to 6 tonnes of whatever, in our case neatly stacked wood. We end up with 6 people: my dad, my uncle (70'ish), his former son-in-law and that guy's brother, my brother-in-law and I.

Physical facts (my body felt this): wasn't given gloves (minus 8 remember), sat still on an open tractor for at least 10 hours, spent the rest walking to try and get warm.
Verbal facts (This was yelled at me): I can't drive for shit, I can't listen to orders, I need to stop saying I need gloves, I need to be glad I was 'allowed' to help.
Mental facts (This was indirectly made clear to me and worked miracles on my brain all day): I fail at life, for I have no degree, no house, no car, no drivers license, no job, no girlfriend, no interesting things to tell whatsoever. I'm physically inadequate and only fit to drive a tractor at 0.2 kph in a straight line and definitely not to be let near any wood that has to be stacked. My brother-in-law, now that's the kinda guy people like. He has all of the above and is the son/cousin/nephew/grandson they always wanted!

Did I mention we failed to get the job done and ended up with only 3/5 containers filled? So yes, I 'get to go' again tomorrow.

Alarm goes off at 5, I hope my house catches fire while I'm asleep.


Sav.