Three summers and a thousand years ago. -rudyard kipling, the man who would be king.
Work sucked today. I found out I made a stupid mistake on a little job. Of course it's not my first mistake recently so the foreman had to whip out the old
"this can't keep happening dude."
I wish it didn't keep happening, I wish I didn't have to fix something else tomorrow. I wish what i'm working on hasn't taken me as long as it has. Not that it will do any good. I figured out I'm OK financially until my vacation any way, worst case I get both my written warning and the boot out the door tomorrow, I'll have to get two weeks pay and that takes me up until the trip. At the moment that trip is the only set date in my life. Because of it I'm missing my friends wedding. And it's not like anniversarys, my daughters birth or my retirement are on the time table. After the 15th it pretty much open up until the box goes into the burner.
I'll start looking for a friday job, hopefully back at my prevous welding job. A little more money for the condo and the next one. and a little more redundancy if I loose a job.
I realize I'm not a good person. If I was I would be living with my highschool sweet heart, with a university degree. Working 9- 5 and mowing my lawn on sunday morning.
Some day the day will come that the foreman has to say pack up your tools, and I'll be sorry to make him say it.