Okay so I was blessed with a brief respite because "Zac" had a "shoulder injury". Oh the poor guy hurt himself doing one too many push-ups or something (like I give a shit, nobody cares about how I'm feeling) so he took a nice and easy couple days off (pussy). But today, he started up again, same deal: putting me on all types of hot pieces of metal and watching as my seams fray and my leather blackens (I think he gets some sort of sick pleasure out of this). At one point he took his hand out because it was burning inside... okay lets analyze this: if his hand is burning on the inside than imagine how it is for me on the outside. It's ridiculous! Look at me! Two days of work and I'm barely holding together. I don't know how much more of this I have in me.