The Reserve at SeaTac job has been keeping me on the past few weeks. I have lost Don, who just never showed up one day, and then gained and lost a Vaughn. Now I'm working alone as a TLC laborer at this location. The pool room exposed. For a couple of days, my cleaning was paired with uncovering the pool and hot tub that had been sealed up since the building still lacked a roof. Rainwater from last winter that was sealed beneath a layer of MDF turned into a black mold. As it would eat away at sections of the MDF, creating large soft holes, another layer would be tacked on top of it to prevent anyone from falling in. One of the carpenters told me that it is black mold, but not the deadly black mold. I wish I had a respirator for this task, but a dust mask is better than nothing. The other workers use their "not wearing a mask" as a means of stating their strength, or perhaps a sense of masculinity. I still keep my dust mask on as a means of any barrier to keep