What am I? A human bank machine?!? O_o
Tony keeps getting me to use my credit card for him, so he can make his many online purchases for his video games.
Stephanie keeps getting me to buy her halloween costumes and things like that.
I am not a bank machine peoples! Get yer own card! >_<
Last night, Tony came back after being gone all day long. Apparently he went to the city all day long. Well, after we locked up the house and everything, I went to bed. At about 11:30 at night, Tony crawls in my basement window. The little turd...
I was kind of mad at Jamie all last week. Well, at work, we have been working together for two weeks straight, doing nightwatch manwatch duties together. Things were going okay... until...
One night, a third partner on our crew, an old woman named Chris, was feeling achy, so she asked me for a back rub. I obliged, and gave her one, even though she felt like a living troll skeleton. As expected, my natural skills impressed her. So, now, this old lady Chris, tells Jamie that she should let me rub her back sometime.
Jamie responded very defensively to that, and said basically 'Never! He's my BROTHER...' with an icy chill to that comment. Yeah, yeah, it's minor. However...
I sent her an e-mail explaining that intimacy is okay for people who are close to each other, and that intimacy should not be confused with sex or other awkward subjects.
No reply, and I got the cold shoulder, a silent response, for an entire week.
Well, I understood that things in her life are hectic, that she doesn't feel quite comfortable with me completely, and even if she was, she would most likely never ask for that kind of intimate act, ever. That's not what bugged me. It's the fact that she'll let everyone else and their dog run up to her, call her sexy, basically MOLEST her with unwanted hugs and back rubs, and of all people in this world, coming from a guy who loves her completely, she went completely defensive when it was suggested that I give an honest, loving, and intimate favor for her.
She should feel safe and secure around me. There should only be love and comfort in a brothers' arms.
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Well, nearly a week has gone by after the cold shoulder rubbed off. She rebounded back by being ultra happy around me again, and even going out of her way to include me in on her daily life. I know that we were never really close before, and we have an awkward air between us at times, but it's okay. I love her and accept her lack of trust. Look at all the guys in her life who had let her down and hurt her in the past.
I only hope that one day all this silliness will pass, and we can just plain relax as the friends we already are.
Here's a blog entry for Richard:
Guess who got a new computer!?! n_n
That's right. Yesterday, my router crapped out. After hiking through the expanded mega-WalMart, and feeling utterly disgusted by the place now, I went to that office supply store, Staples, to look at routers.
Well, a few computers looked nice to me, so I picked one out.
It doesn't lag. ^_^
So, come on over this weekend if ya want, and salvage what ya need from my dead comp. Just nothing that stores memory. There's sensitive stuff in there y'know... >_>
Stephanie is trying to make me warm up to her again, but she was a bitch a few days ago. I still love her, and will continue being a good brother for her, but I will not let her treat me like shit any more. She really upset me the other day.
She'd been gone with her school on a Banff hiking trip, and came home to the Fort. She calls me in advance, asking if I would go pick her up at the high school in a few hours. I said sure, that I would, and things were fine. This was all during the week that Jamie was ignoring me and radiating awkward silence vibes all the time.
I went to pick her up, despite me week long depression and fatique from just finishing off a long assed manwatch session that lasted two weeks at Sherritt. I mustered up all my happiness so she would feel happy coming home.
It was late, and she was tired and sore from non-stop hiking with her classmates. I had to listen to her bitch and moan about how she and Jamie are arguing, me trying hard not to get upset at the hurtful things she says about the woman I love. Steph then asks for a footrub, and although I was exhausted and still upset emotionally, I said yes, only to see her smile.
We went downstairs, and I gave her a nice rub. Then I finished, but she didn't want it to end. I resisted her woos, insisting that I was definately not in the mood to also give her a back rub, neck rub, and all that other shit. Well, she started to become pushy, then aggressive, then as I continued to resist with my intractable will, she began to get combative and spiteful. Name calling, kicking for attention, stuff like that. I told her I'm not in the mood, and that she should leave.
She left in a grand huff. Me, having used up what was left of my good energies, went to bed, annoyed and upset at her actions.
The following day, some asshole kid, a boy, came to our door. Huffing out little 'huhs' at the start of each sentence, like mocking laughter, he said: 'Huh, is Stephanie home? Huh.'
I felt like breaking his face right there. Some shit faced asswipe trying to knock up my sis. Even though she was being a bitch, I hated this kid for being her date for the evening.
I called up for Steph, not knowing if she was home or not. No answer.
I went upstairs, in front of her closed door. No noise, nothing. I called again. No answer.
I opened her door, and Steph immediately walked out. She was there! O_o
I told her that I was calling for her. She said 'You KNOW that I'm deaf in one ear...' with that icy chill in her voice. Snarky cunt... >_>
I said 'Fine. Next time I call up, and don't egt a reply, I'll assume you're not here.' She repeated angrily, almost yelling, that she was partially deaf (not true by the way: she has 'selective hearing'), and she called my asshole and other names. Not only did she hurt my feelings, but she reduced my image in front of her moron friend. I was embarrassed in my own house to some punk kid. For that I can't forgive her. I love her to death, but she can be quite the cunt at times.
So, for the past two days, she's been being polite around me, trying to suck up again. I'll play nice, but no more favors. Not unless they really count. Otherwise she's on her own.
I had a great week with Jamie this week. Since she snapped back and away from that awkward silent treatment stage, we've had a lot of fun together. I've taken her to her job interviews, we've rushed all over town all week, went shopping, bought ourselves food and treats... We shared some stories and plans and dreams with each other again... it's almost like the week before never happened.
I have a LavaLife account. It isn't really working. I'm gonna try that EHarmony thing. Hey, I gotta find someone in my life that I can have. It has to be someone very special, someone who can replace the one whom I'm already completely in love with right now. I could choose to pine away for her for the rest of my life, but there's no fun in that.
I've been having more and more dreams about me becoming a public speaker, raising concerns over societies dilemnas, situational vaguarities, and moral quandaries. Hot topics such as rights and such. Good dreams, scary dreams. Maybe I should look into joining a debate club or something.
I've long had dreams of myself as a public figurehead, like an annointed wiseman for the town or something like that. Who knows?
I'm gonna install Messenger on my computer now. So, later guys. Talk to you in a bit.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
What Really Happened...
What really happened... on my birthday trip. n_n
Well, Laurie, me, Craig, and Stephanie all crammed into Craigs car late on the night before my birthday, at around 11pmish. Mum had had only 3 hours of sleep after a 12 hour cab driving day, so she was a little tired. However, she insisted on being 'the one' to drive us back and forth.
It was dark, and it took forever to reach Saskatchewan. The dark and rain was pretty neat. Though I tried to look outside at the scenery, there was little I was able to see. Too dark.
Laurie kept pissing me off, at first just by swerving into the other lane. I kept asking her if she was okay, and she'd hastily assure us that she was. Then while it was raining, she'd try to ride a big trucks ass end all the way, until our complaints made her begrudgingly slow down a little. When it's pitch black out, raining, and you're two feet away from a big truck on a slippery highway, far from help, I'd be scared.
Mum was also feeling very warm, mainly due to her menopause. I wanted a few times to punch the back of her headrest, hard, to smarten her up. She'd have her window down all the way, cold air on the vent system blowing, and I'd feel my nuts crawl up in the back of my throat. 'Just try to sleep back there' she'd say, as she swerves into the other lane, following a big ass truck in a rain storm scant inches from his bumper. Grr... >_>
Regardless, it was fun. The girls all sang, Craig was his non-stop jokester self, and I rode more or less quietly along.
We arrived at Rolleu?... Rollo-something Saskatchewan, A.K.A. Dog River, a small town that Corner Gas is filmed at.
It was early morning, and we were all pretty excited to be there. There is a full-time security gaurd who is living at the gas station site, where she lives in a camperized trailer. She came out to greet us, and we got permission to walk around the area to take pictures.
Well, I went camera crazy and took lots of footage of the place. The security gaurd was so nice that she actually let me inside the store, ap lace normally offlimits to people, just to take a few pictures. It had that old, musty paint smell to the place that I love, full of neglect and old timey ways.
The security guard I guess was actually the same security person who, at the end of certain episodes of the show, explains about the towns history and stuff. I got her to pose with us for the camera.
After a zillion pictures, we left to take pictures of the towns many hand-painted fire hydrants, which usually have people painted on them. One had an Oscar the Grouch on it.
We stopped for breakfast at a diner, where we all behaved more or less indecently. We drove southeast, back into Alberta, this time able to see the scenery of Saskatchewan on our way.
Pincher Creek eventually grew into our sights, and we found my Grandmas' new place down there. Gladys and Alan are both living at a new place. It's like a series of bungalows, all made into a townhouse type of thing. Instead of a back yard, they have an apartment style shared indoor hallway, that joins every house and leads them to indoor rec centers, facilities, etc..
They did a wonderful job of settling in. It doesn't feel like a mausoleum. It has their personality in it, and they made it feel comfortable to be in. They're also quite happy, so, so am I.
We stayed the night there. Grandma rented a Guest Suite down the indoor hallway, where all four of us travelers all slept together for one night. Two cots and a bed.
I heard a noise at night, that sounded like a jar of water with dentures being shook around in it. I started to giggle. For two hours after that, all four of us laughed, snickered, snotted, giggled, and roared. It was great. Being tired can be fun.
The day after I walked/ran grandmas' dog, then we went north, more or less.
We visited Frank Slide, a place where a mountain fell and crushed a town. We drove west of it just to find a Tim Hortons, then came back east again to see Frank Slide one last time as we returned to the northerly highway.
Eventually we made it up to Red Deer, and went into Blackfalds to visit Maryanne and Mike. After a brief visit, and getting my fine birthday present from dad (thanks dad!), we went north, back home. It was swell.
More to type about, but not tonight. Some issues are on my mind, but they can wait. Laterz!
Well, Laurie, me, Craig, and Stephanie all crammed into Craigs car late on the night before my birthday, at around 11pmish. Mum had had only 3 hours of sleep after a 12 hour cab driving day, so she was a little tired. However, she insisted on being 'the one' to drive us back and forth.
It was dark, and it took forever to reach Saskatchewan. The dark and rain was pretty neat. Though I tried to look outside at the scenery, there was little I was able to see. Too dark.
Laurie kept pissing me off, at first just by swerving into the other lane. I kept asking her if she was okay, and she'd hastily assure us that she was. Then while it was raining, she'd try to ride a big trucks ass end all the way, until our complaints made her begrudgingly slow down a little. When it's pitch black out, raining, and you're two feet away from a big truck on a slippery highway, far from help, I'd be scared.
Mum was also feeling very warm, mainly due to her menopause. I wanted a few times to punch the back of her headrest, hard, to smarten her up. She'd have her window down all the way, cold air on the vent system blowing, and I'd feel my nuts crawl up in the back of my throat. 'Just try to sleep back there' she'd say, as she swerves into the other lane, following a big ass truck in a rain storm scant inches from his bumper. Grr... >_>
Regardless, it was fun. The girls all sang, Craig was his non-stop jokester self, and I rode more or less quietly along.
We arrived at Rolleu?... Rollo-something Saskatchewan, A.K.A. Dog River, a small town that Corner Gas is filmed at.
It was early morning, and we were all pretty excited to be there. There is a full-time security gaurd who is living at the gas station site, where she lives in a camperized trailer. She came out to greet us, and we got permission to walk around the area to take pictures.
Well, I went camera crazy and took lots of footage of the place. The security gaurd was so nice that she actually let me inside the store, ap lace normally offlimits to people, just to take a few pictures. It had that old, musty paint smell to the place that I love, full of neglect and old timey ways.
The security guard I guess was actually the same security person who, at the end of certain episodes of the show, explains about the towns history and stuff. I got her to pose with us for the camera.
After a zillion pictures, we left to take pictures of the towns many hand-painted fire hydrants, which usually have people painted on them. One had an Oscar the Grouch on it.
We stopped for breakfast at a diner, where we all behaved more or less indecently. We drove southeast, back into Alberta, this time able to see the scenery of Saskatchewan on our way.
Pincher Creek eventually grew into our sights, and we found my Grandmas' new place down there. Gladys and Alan are both living at a new place. It's like a series of bungalows, all made into a townhouse type of thing. Instead of a back yard, they have an apartment style shared indoor hallway, that joins every house and leads them to indoor rec centers, facilities, etc..
They did a wonderful job of settling in. It doesn't feel like a mausoleum. It has their personality in it, and they made it feel comfortable to be in. They're also quite happy, so, so am I.
We stayed the night there. Grandma rented a Guest Suite down the indoor hallway, where all four of us travelers all slept together for one night. Two cots and a bed.
I heard a noise at night, that sounded like a jar of water with dentures being shook around in it. I started to giggle. For two hours after that, all four of us laughed, snickered, snotted, giggled, and roared. It was great. Being tired can be fun.
The day after I walked/ran grandmas' dog, then we went north, more or less.
We visited Frank Slide, a place where a mountain fell and crushed a town. We drove west of it just to find a Tim Hortons, then came back east again to see Frank Slide one last time as we returned to the northerly highway.
Eventually we made it up to Red Deer, and went into Blackfalds to visit Maryanne and Mike. After a brief visit, and getting my fine birthday present from dad (thanks dad!), we went north, back home. It was swell.
More to type about, but not tonight. Some issues are on my mind, but they can wait. Laterz!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Crap! O_o
Sorry, sorry, sorry pops! Happy birthday today! Damn... >_>
It's now after 12am, and I completely forgot to call you.
Sheesh. My heads all fuzzy. I get tomorrow off, so when I can think straight, I'll try giving you a call and I'll update this blog with my birthday adventures.
Sorry once again!
It's now after 12am, and I completely forgot to call you.
Sheesh. My heads all fuzzy. I get tomorrow off, so when I can think straight, I'll try giving you a call and I'll update this blog with my birthday adventures.
Sorry once again!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Squee!!! n_n
It's muh Birfday tomorrow guyz!
I'm leaving TONIGHT for my Saskatchewan trip. Craig, mum, me, and Steph are going. The plan is to sleep in the car, and mum and Craig will hot-seat and drive east.
After buying at least thirty of those damn Corner Gas baseball caps, for the guys at work of course, we'll tour around and then head for southern Alberta, where we'll meet my grandparents in Pinscher Creek. Haven't seen them since this year, when they moved away after selling their house.
Guess what my birthday wish is?
I'm leaving TONIGHT for my Saskatchewan trip. Craig, mum, me, and Steph are going. The plan is to sleep in the car, and mum and Craig will hot-seat and drive east.
After buying at least thirty of those damn Corner Gas baseball caps, for the guys at work of course, we'll tour around and then head for southern Alberta, where we'll meet my grandparents in Pinscher Creek. Haven't seen them since this year, when they moved away after selling their house.
Guess what my birthday wish is?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I don't need a title... >_>
Well, I'm nearing the end of my night-shift spree. After a Friday night/Saturday morning shift, I'm off for a few days, to get ready for my Saskatchewan trip.
It's been a wild ride at work the past two weeks, working 12 hours plus night shifts with Jamie. There's been extreme ups and downs, and now, now that our shift is coming to an end, I'm feeling happy.
Let's talk about Jamie for a minute. For all this time that I've come back to Sherritt, she's been mis-handled by the bosses. We were originally meant to work together as a unit. It was practical, since we both came at the same time, were close to work, were both hard working and reliable... But then the boss decided to split us up, and began to put her on jobs completely demeaning and non-associated with OUR job. Basically she got sent to go work as a scaffolder in their materials yard, without recieving the pay that a professional scaffolder would recieve doing those same duties. It was grossly unfair.
Frankly, she's had enough of it. I've been talking to her, helping her plan positive changes for her own life.
Today, just now actually, I just took her so she could drop off her application to HSE, a safety organization, where two prominent people in the field has already put in a good word for her. I'd put my good name in there too, but... well, THAT reason why I'm NOT going to is a different story, best saved for later. Heh, we're eating McDonalds now. Just the two of us, and none for anyone else. >_<
Last night I actually had to convince Jamie to allow herself to go home sick, even though she already knew that she was sick and tired, and unable to stay the full night shift. I told her that nobody would get mad at her for leaving. If anything, her staying sick and exhausted would be worse, since she was in a supervisory role, manwatching workers in a dangerous area. If she went home, and got a lot of rest, she could come back the next day with her usual positive attitude and a smile on her face. I think I also gave her the first and only hug I ever gave her last night.
Today she's better, much to my relief. K, enough about her. My turn now.
My current job situation looks a little bad. We're down to 4 active workers, 3 of which work full time at Sherritt, myself included. We are severely understaffed as a company, and my boss may end up losing his contract with Sherritt if he doesn't get any new workers this winter. The trouble is, with a worker shortage, and short in RELIABLE people..., it's hard for a scuzzy contractor company to get help when big shots are hiring left and right.
I don't care. I'm just saving up my dollars and getting ready. Ready for a change.
I have a lot on my mind right now, and many topics I can't post about yet, but everythings gonna be okay. Just trying to sort things out, day by day, and so far things are sorting out just fine.
Two more nights of nightshift, then I'm off for a bit of a break. See ya guys, I'm outta here for the night.
It's been a wild ride at work the past two weeks, working 12 hours plus night shifts with Jamie. There's been extreme ups and downs, and now, now that our shift is coming to an end, I'm feeling happy.
Let's talk about Jamie for a minute. For all this time that I've come back to Sherritt, she's been mis-handled by the bosses. We were originally meant to work together as a unit. It was practical, since we both came at the same time, were close to work, were both hard working and reliable... But then the boss decided to split us up, and began to put her on jobs completely demeaning and non-associated with OUR job. Basically she got sent to go work as a scaffolder in their materials yard, without recieving the pay that a professional scaffolder would recieve doing those same duties. It was grossly unfair.
Frankly, she's had enough of it. I've been talking to her, helping her plan positive changes for her own life.
Today, just now actually, I just took her so she could drop off her application to HSE, a safety organization, where two prominent people in the field has already put in a good word for her. I'd put my good name in there too, but... well, THAT reason why I'm NOT going to is a different story, best saved for later. Heh, we're eating McDonalds now. Just the two of us, and none for anyone else. >_<
Last night I actually had to convince Jamie to allow herself to go home sick, even though she already knew that she was sick and tired, and unable to stay the full night shift. I told her that nobody would get mad at her for leaving. If anything, her staying sick and exhausted would be worse, since she was in a supervisory role, manwatching workers in a dangerous area. If she went home, and got a lot of rest, she could come back the next day with her usual positive attitude and a smile on her face. I think I also gave her the first and only hug I ever gave her last night.
Today she's better, much to my relief. K, enough about her. My turn now.
My current job situation looks a little bad. We're down to 4 active workers, 3 of which work full time at Sherritt, myself included. We are severely understaffed as a company, and my boss may end up losing his contract with Sherritt if he doesn't get any new workers this winter. The trouble is, with a worker shortage, and short in RELIABLE people..., it's hard for a scuzzy contractor company to get help when big shots are hiring left and right.
I don't care. I'm just saving up my dollars and getting ready. Ready for a change.
I have a lot on my mind right now, and many topics I can't post about yet, but everythings gonna be okay. Just trying to sort things out, day by day, and so far things are sorting out just fine.
Two more nights of nightshift, then I'm off for a bit of a break. See ya guys, I'm outta here for the night.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I'm writing a song...
Yup. Still writing down lyrics for three songs that I've made up over the years. One tune is reminiscent of a Native American/Japanese hybrid, while the other two are either a whimsical fairy tale type song, with high, wailing ups and downs, and the other is an extremely hard and heavy metal riff of a dirgeful melody. Right now I'm working on the Native-esque one first, and finally, pieces are falling together. I know the tune well enough, I just need a meaning to fill it. Now that words are finding places, it's coming together quite nicely.
I posted a comment on the 'Better Days' artist page last night, before going to work. I managed to listen to Jay Naylors' interview on a Podcast last night. Even though his interview was only about 50 minutes long, I learned a lot about this artist who makes one of my favourite comics online. I felt the interview questions were just too tame and held-back though, although one or two pressing questions for Jay that I wanted to ask were actually answered in this interview.
The comment I posted was just an insight and a query for the artist himself to answer: I don't care about the other leeches that praise or diss him. I want to hear HIS answers.
I'm helping Jamie right now as she deals with some changes in her life. Like the 'good big brother' that I am. >_>
I gave her a lot of insight about herself, and a lot of support, over the past while. She's transitioning her life into something better, something that will make her happy. For starters, she's looking into a possible job change. So, after a quick shower this morning, and McDonalds breakfast (my treat), she's working on her resumes for something that WILL be better for her, something that gives her better opportunities, to not only make money, but also get opportunities to travel a little and meet a few new people in different job sites.
My birthday is coming up, if anyone cares. The 22nd of September, this month. I'm turning a whopping 27 years old. Yippee... >_>
I'm taking the 22nd and 23rd off, since I'll be touring Saskatchewan and southern Alberta for a few days. Hopefully I can find my 'werewolf queen' from a different tribe. Kidding. I'm visiting my grandparents and visiting a location for a comedy show I sometimes watch.
Going to bed soon. I think I understand why people like Facebook, but honestly, the set-up is pathetic. It could have been made a LOT better. It's just a jumbled mish-mash of YouTube, MySpace, and a VERY PATHETIC EXCUSE for a blogging page.
I think that if someone just created MySpace a little better, to allow instant messaging and more room to add extras easily into your 'page', there'd be no need for Facebook. All Facebook offers is a utility to search and find friends a little easier.
Night guys.
I posted a comment on the 'Better Days' artist page last night, before going to work. I managed to listen to Jay Naylors' interview on a Podcast last night. Even though his interview was only about 50 minutes long, I learned a lot about this artist who makes one of my favourite comics online. I felt the interview questions were just too tame and held-back though, although one or two pressing questions for Jay that I wanted to ask were actually answered in this interview.
The comment I posted was just an insight and a query for the artist himself to answer: I don't care about the other leeches that praise or diss him. I want to hear HIS answers.
I'm helping Jamie right now as she deals with some changes in her life. Like the 'good big brother' that I am. >_>
I gave her a lot of insight about herself, and a lot of support, over the past while. She's transitioning her life into something better, something that will make her happy. For starters, she's looking into a possible job change. So, after a quick shower this morning, and McDonalds breakfast (my treat), she's working on her resumes for something that WILL be better for her, something that gives her better opportunities, to not only make money, but also get opportunities to travel a little and meet a few new people in different job sites.
My birthday is coming up, if anyone cares. The 22nd of September, this month. I'm turning a whopping 27 years old. Yippee... >_>
I'm taking the 22nd and 23rd off, since I'll be touring Saskatchewan and southern Alberta for a few days. Hopefully I can find my 'werewolf queen' from a different tribe. Kidding. I'm visiting my grandparents and visiting a location for a comedy show I sometimes watch.
Going to bed soon. I think I understand why people like Facebook, but honestly, the set-up is pathetic. It could have been made a LOT better. It's just a jumbled mish-mash of YouTube, MySpace, and a VERY PATHETIC EXCUSE for a blogging page.
I think that if someone just created MySpace a little better, to allow instant messaging and more room to add extras easily into your 'page', there'd be no need for Facebook. All Facebook offers is a utility to search and find friends a little easier.
Night guys.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
26 hours straight...
...and I'm exhausted. Me and Jamie finished a grueling 19, no, sorry... 'Legally' it's a 20 hour shift.
We worked most of the day as normal. Halfway through lunch, Dan Rake came in, and he was in charge of the evening activities. As usual... he didn't have a fucking clue on how to manage things.
'We need 2 manwatches tonight. Come back at 5.'
And so we did. And had to stay until 7am.
Tonight, and tomorrow night, we're going back. But just for a 12 hour shift. No meals special ordered for us, no thank yous, nothing. Bastards.
Meh. I didn't mind it too much. I was too tired to care.
I did manage to keep cheery enough to be kind and considerate. I offered an old woman on our crew, her name is Chris, one of my jackets, and I made Jamie wear my winter trench coat, since she was at a really windy spot all night.
The worst thing about yesterday was my knee acting up very badly, the lack of sleep, and my chest cold acting up as well, since my body is too tired to fend off anything.
One other thing that I must bitch about. My employer, Gary, trying again to call us on our cell phones. I told him very sternly not to. Use our fucking land lines Gary, I said. It costs us money to use our cell phones (well, not much, but he doesn't need to know.). We often turn our phones off. It's best to use a land line to get through to us at home. I told him. I told him again, three times now. Bastard. He's getting rich and fat off of us.
Night guys. Goin' to work soon.
We worked most of the day as normal. Halfway through lunch, Dan Rake came in, and he was in charge of the evening activities. As usual... he didn't have a fucking clue on how to manage things.
'We need 2 manwatches tonight. Come back at 5.'
And so we did. And had to stay until 7am.
Tonight, and tomorrow night, we're going back. But just for a 12 hour shift. No meals special ordered for us, no thank yous, nothing. Bastards.
Meh. I didn't mind it too much. I was too tired to care.
I did manage to keep cheery enough to be kind and considerate. I offered an old woman on our crew, her name is Chris, one of my jackets, and I made Jamie wear my winter trench coat, since she was at a really windy spot all night.
The worst thing about yesterday was my knee acting up very badly, the lack of sleep, and my chest cold acting up as well, since my body is too tired to fend off anything.
One other thing that I must bitch about. My employer, Gary, trying again to call us on our cell phones. I told him very sternly not to. Use our fucking land lines Gary, I said. It costs us money to use our cell phones (well, not much, but he doesn't need to know.). We often turn our phones off. It's best to use a land line to get through to us at home. I told him. I told him again, three times now. Bastard. He's getting rich and fat off of us.
Night guys. Goin' to work soon.
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