Work sucks. That's all i have to say. I am so sore...cold...and tired at the end of the nite that i just feel like vomitting. It's like -30 outside, and that's warm compared to a few nites ago. Now it's about -25. I wear layers upton layers...i'll tell you how much:
on my body: tanktop, long sleeved shirt, t-shirt, hoodie, fleece jacket, and a heatkeep = 6 layers
legs: longjohns, joggers, jeans = 3 layers
my head: put my hood on with my hardhat (very uncomfortable)
That's a lot of fucking layers and i'm still freezin my ass off. I hate running the stacker, it's getting so overwhelming and i'm getting sooo burnt out by it. I hate my incompetant coworkers who sit there staring at my running my ass off while they complain of boredom. Help a person out why dont you; lazy fucks.
To boot i keep thinking about Martin....It was this time last year we helped eachother through the blistering cold work nites. HIs house warming party was soon...I miss his smile.
Known you since we were 4, running rampant in a room of innocence
Growing older day by day, we never changed
Cute smile, shy persona
I never really knew you
Never spoke a word but you could read it all over your face
Very nice boy, always minded his manners
Highschool was different, there was so many more people
We never spoke in years
Math class with Ogi brought flirtatious adventures with my friend
She really loved you.
Graduation brought nothing but alcohol and fears [the tears]
Came back home after a year, got a job at the mill
Walked into the lunchroom and you were there standing still
I smiled and blushed "i'm only here for a while"
5 months went by, and there was always that smile
You drove me to work, day in and day out, never saying a word; just turned the music down
Then you would turn it up, just a little, and i would laugh to myself
Training me the tilt hoist was frustrating i know, i was so scared of all the things above and below
But still you wouldn't say a word, not one fucking word
I moved again, for just about a year, but not long after, i came back
Now it's been almost 2 years of this dusty mill working, now there's only one thing missing
That smile.
That smile was shot and killed on the 4th of September
Never again to speak in silence
Martin why couldn't you have just turned up the music a little bit louder? Spoke a little more, and had some laughter
I miss you my friend, I hope you're happy where you are, we will meet again someday, just like when we were 4
Well...i havn't wrote a poem forever and i don't think that really does him justice...but...i've just been thinking of him so much lately and getting kind of bummed out. running around at work i just wish i could look over at him in his bright orange coveralls and see him smile back at me in the reasuring way of "kat...it's okay, it's just work, relax don't worry, we'll have a beer after."...My friend amber just isn't the same since he did it. She just isn't the same....
Well...on a happier note...i went driving yesterday, i got kinda nervous tho i don't know what it was...somedays i do that...Only one more nite of work...3 day weeks seem like 10 for some reason, too much...much too much. I think i need a movie and a cup of hot chocolate.
Here is my new hair...i have had much compliments on it. It's a bit different, and damamged as hell (well the blond) but it was to be expected, my hair was in good shape before, so i'm sure it wont take too long to nurse it back to health.
Oh and here is a picture of my sis Lacey on her birthday a couple weeks ago along with her PENIS cake that i made her!!
(me at work before xmas when it was somewhat warm,,,,still bundled the fuck up!!) haha
on my body: tanktop, long sleeved shirt, t-shirt, hoodie, fleece jacket, and a heatkeep = 6 layers
legs: longjohns, joggers, jeans = 3 layers
my head: put my hood on with my hardhat (very uncomfortable)
That's a lot of fucking layers and i'm still freezin my ass off. I hate running the stacker, it's getting so overwhelming and i'm getting sooo burnt out by it. I hate my incompetant coworkers who sit there staring at my running my ass off while they complain of boredom. Help a person out why dont you; lazy fucks.
To boot i keep thinking about Martin....It was this time last year we helped eachother through the blistering cold work nites. HIs house warming party was soon...I miss his smile.
Known you since we were 4, running rampant in a room of innocence
Growing older day by day, we never changed
Cute smile, shy persona
I never really knew you
Never spoke a word but you could read it all over your face
Very nice boy, always minded his manners
Highschool was different, there was so many more people
We never spoke in years
Math class with Ogi brought flirtatious adventures with my friend
She really loved you.
Graduation brought nothing but alcohol and fears [the tears]
Came back home after a year, got a job at the mill
Walked into the lunchroom and you were there standing still
I smiled and blushed "i'm only here for a while"
5 months went by, and there was always that smile
You drove me to work, day in and day out, never saying a word; just turned the music down
Then you would turn it up, just a little, and i would laugh to myself
Training me the tilt hoist was frustrating i know, i was so scared of all the things above and below
But still you wouldn't say a word, not one fucking word
I moved again, for just about a year, but not long after, i came back
Now it's been almost 2 years of this dusty mill working, now there's only one thing missing
That smile.
That smile was shot and killed on the 4th of September
Never again to speak in silence
Martin why couldn't you have just turned up the music a little bit louder? Spoke a little more, and had some laughter
I miss you my friend, I hope you're happy where you are, we will meet again someday, just like when we were 4
Well...i havn't wrote a poem forever and i don't think that really does him justice...but...i've just been thinking of him so much lately and getting kind of bummed out. running around at work i just wish i could look over at him in his bright orange coveralls and see him smile back at me in the reasuring way of "kat...it's okay, it's just work, relax don't worry, we'll have a beer after."...My friend amber just isn't the same since he did it. She just isn't the same....
Well...on a happier note...i went driving yesterday, i got kinda nervous tho i don't know what it was...somedays i do that...Only one more nite of work...3 day weeks seem like 10 for some reason, too much...much too much. I think i need a movie and a cup of hot chocolate.
Here is my new hair...i have had much compliments on it. It's a bit different, and damamged as hell (well the blond) but it was to be expected, my hair was in good shape before, so i'm sure it wont take too long to nurse it back to health.
Oh and here is a picture of my sis Lacey on her birthday a couple weeks ago along with her PENIS cake that i made her!!
(me at work before xmas when it was somewhat warm,,,,still bundled the fuck up!!) haha
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