Work... Sleep. Work.... Sleep. Work...

It's been busy a twork, with two people on our crew quitting and disappearing. That leaves people like me to pick up the slack, and work even harder.
That's why I haven't posted this week. I get home, tired, look at my computer, and just sigh in frustration. I'm tired, and not in the mood. Hopefully that changes soon.

Owen, a creep from work, is getting hired on by Sherritt to work in the Leach building, where they process metal slurries. Good for him, now he's off our crew.
I don't need to listen to him telling me about his millions of conquests, or how hot he thinks Jamie looks in her coveralls anymore. Buh bye Owen. V_V

Tony, my recently turned 18 year old half-brother, is now working for my company at Sherritt. He's still schooling, so he can only work on weekends. I spent yesterday, Saturday, working with him.
I put in a 10 hour day with my bro, scraping pigeon crap off of steel girders ina fertilizer building, that is designed as a tower with a chute in it for loading up dump trucks and rail cars with fertilizer and/or salt.
Tony works, hard, and I just had to get up early this morning (Sunday) actually to drive him in again. Today is my one day off, and there's fucking snow outside again. Gross.

My new glasses are nice, and so is my web cam. Unfortunately I've been too tired to post or talk online.

I'll update again later guys. For now, I need to go back to bed.
Cyaz...