November 9, 2011
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first off, I'd like to apologize (once again) to the Kid. while he's out acting a role in a play (Paragon Springs), I'm stuck in my role as a self-made prisoner in a wood-panel submarine (at least the dog and cat made it to MY play
). I had the chance to wing out on Wednesday, but when the time came, I changed plans to Saturday, thinking, like the past two Saturday's, it would be a short work day...WRONG! we pulled a twelver for all four days. getting out at 7pm, showering and heading for Grand Rabbits after a 12 hour shift, and making it out there on time (...you get the idea). I can make up all kinds of excuses (like the lame one I just wrote), but instead, I'll say sorry (x 100). I'm a bad dad
. here's hopin' someone filmed it and will stick it on youtube. the Kid will be on his way to South Carolina soon (if plans are still the same as when I talked with him 3 weeks ago?). Bon Voyage, dude! I'll try and facebook ya every now and then to see how yer doin'
secondly, Holy shite! it's been about a week since I wrote any nothings in my xanga thinger! not a lot has happened (as per normal). Squabber is currently enjoying this windy day, watching the leaves fly off the trees at an angle in front of the bay window. it's like he's on some strong coffee jerking his head in the direction of each leaf that shoots past. he must think they're birds. I just got back from the hardware store (by way of my favorite beer store) to pick up some silicone spray (to be used on the chute of the snow blower, so snow doesn't clog it), some nums (treats) for pooperdog, and a sixer of 'Centennial IPA' (Founder's brew). items that I forgot to buy yesterday when I was grocery shopping...and while trying to start my shrimpy truck for the drive home, the damn thing wouldn't start! it'd turn over, being it has a new battery and a new starter, but the engine didn't seem to wanna catch (for lack of a better word). I sat for a while, listening to NPR news, wondering what I'd do if I couldn't get it to go, being I left my phone (which is prob'ly dead somewhere under the couch) at home. then I try the old fashion, pump the gas while turning the key (which used to be routine 30 years ago). by the time I'm thinking that I'm adding to the problem, she fires up! shweet! it's been a pretty reliable old bomb. here's hopin' it won't pull that garbage on a regular basis...maybe it just needs a new fuel filter? if it happens again, I'll give my mechanic a call. it's overdue for a tune-up anyway.
man, I can't wait for that 8 hour shift!! we got about 24 working 12 hour days left, then solid 8's with no weekends beginning the first of the year
. currently, the work days drag on seemingly forever. Chad (a coworker) makes a comment, as we're talking about our grueling schedule, that he had once worked at a place that had an 8 hour shift, and volunteered to do a shift and a half (12 hours). he remembers that he'll never do that again, due to it being beyond exhausting, then follows that with "...and here we are stuck on 12's" [laughter]. not for long. I'm ready for it! sure we work an extra day, but have weekends off, more time to rest between work days, and no more day shift/night shift flip-flop crap. it'll be excellent! I'll be losing 8 hours of overtime each week, but already figured out my new budget based on that, and will still make more than enough. there are a lot of scared peeps, wondering what they'll do without that overtime, which prompted me to write that whole novelette about finances (which I've since placed in "private" because it sounded a bit pretentious). anyway...wow! that wind is whoopin'! it rattles the metal roof of the wood-panel submarine (which used to rattle a bunch more before I roof coated it).
in general (trying to update what I've done this past week), besides workin' like a fool, I've basically cleaned the shack, watched some more episodes of 'Nikita', and drank some coldeys (not so much out on the porch anymore, due to it being colder and windier out. you know, that whole autumn thing). alright, I'm thinkin' (after boring myself to tears, writing) that a good powernap is in order *plan*
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