Well, it appears to be update time again. I, however, have little to discuss these days, but i'll try to make something of this entry and bore you all with the big 'ol heap of garbage that is my life. Where to start?
Let's begin with work. My boss is in the Bahamas this week. On a private island, nonetheless. It's just him, his girlfriend (or commonlaw wife or whatever), and the caretaker guy that goes and shops for you and cleans and stuff. So while he's sunning and humping in the sand i'm attempting to clean up the messes he left, deal with supply issues, pacify clients, and install a job that i had not seen before today. So i'm having loads of fun. The job that I'm currently working on is as a subcontractor for a shop that I used to work at. They have given me the guy who took my job when I left as my helper. Now, he's a nice guy and is willing as hell, just not very able. He's unfamiliar with the basic parts and practices and therefore i have to stay with him at all times. He's basically fetching me the wrong parts. I'm so used to giving my boss a specific task to accomplish and it often is done right when i go back. Yes, you read that right. I, as the apprentice, the one who legally cannot work unsupervised, give my boss (the contractor) simple tasks to fufill and report back to me. One of these days my indentured servitude will come to an end and all of this will be worth it, though.
Speaking of which, by my calculations, my four year apprenticeship is up tomorrow. Of course with my luck, this happens to fall on my boss' vacation. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. He is not a details person. I've been trying for a month or so to have him contact the dept. of labor about my eligability to take the licensing test, but he has not. This may turn ugly upon his return. Every day that I work before my test is a day that I loose $5 an hour or so. Not to mention the benefits I'll be fighting for. It would be really cool if I could go see a doctor when I need to, instead of hoping things work themselves out as I do now. At least upon passing the test I'll have a barganing chip. I'll be very employable. I would like to stay with him, as I tend to enjoy the projects he gets, but not at the cost of much money and a 401k. I think that about covers the work rant. moving on.....
As those of you who I talk to regularly, which coincidentally are those of you who will read this (or most of it, anyway) probably know, my grandfather has had a bit of a hard time lately. His initial bypass surgery went well, but he has been plauged with infectins since. He's back in the hospital again having a new drain put in his chest, or an old drain reinstalled, or something like that. By every account it's going well, but he's been in and out of the hospital for 4 months. This situation has become very trying on everyone in the family. It's funny, though. I'm at some levals worried more about my grandmother, mom, aunts, etc than I am about him. I feel so confident that he'll make it through all of this that while I'm concerned and upset and all that about his situation, I really think that he's been fighting for so long that he won't quit now. I have some odd sense of faith that he'll make it through this and come out and be with us for years to come. Yet everyday that he's away from his home amd my grandmother and stuck in the hospital is another day that my extended family goes about their lives unable to escape the what-ifs and the persistant worries about his condition. I'm close with my mom, but usually talk to her every few days. For the last four months it's been daily if not twice a day updates on his condition and treatment options. The stress in the family at the moment is overwhelming. I hope my faith in his recovery is not nieve wishing. He's such a great man. It would be such a waste for him to go from this. He went into this surgery process with the attitude of "i'm 84, I've lead a good life and I'd rather die in my rose garden than on a table." He changed his mind when the surgeon gave him 6 months if he didn't have the surgery. 6 months will be here soon. I just can't see him forfiting 6 happy, active months for these.
*cracks another beer, adjusts ipod playlists. morphine, hell yea, gimme that sax*
Is it time to discuss romance yet? Or the lack thereof, really. Maybe not, but i have a feeling it may come up in the update section about friends, social life, and that sort of thing. So stay tuned, dear reader (singular intended), something good may pop up.
O.K.- so I love living alone. I'm antisocial to a fault. I have friends, but rarely aquintences. I don't talk to people when I'm out unless forced or realy drunk. My greatest weakness in my life is my complete and total lack of confidence in myself. I'm not looking for compliments or sending out a cry for help here, just telling it as it is. Maybe it's the depression or the social anxiety that i refuse to medicate for , but either way, I kinda like that part of me. Makes me feel like an artist or something. One of my most enduring fantasies is to be sitting at a bar reading and be picked up by a girl.
Anyway, that all aside, I'm finding it hard to justify living alone and having such money problems when I should have a roommate. I just can't imagine living any other way. Unless, of course, it was the right woman at the right time. I keep wondering when that time will be.
oh no, getting sappy. must recover.
I've had some good times lately. Mostly thanks to my new friends here on the site. I love these sgct people. More fun to come this weekend! I can't wait. Sometimes i start to think that I'm neglecting my old friends in favor of you folks, but it's really not that upsetting. It had been so long since my friends that I actually had things in common with moved away. My non-sg friends, yes, I absolutely love them to death, and know that if I was ever in trouble I could call them, and that they would do the same. But none of them listen to the music I like or are married now and never come out anyway. It's odd the way this all changes. By now I probably wouldn't pass a breathalizer, so if I stopped making sense it's me, not you.
So will will manage to escape the romance scene except for this: I really hope that us like this becomes easier. I miss you... and this: so where is this alleged "she" who is out there? I've heard of her for years. And how will i meet "her" if I don't talk to people? Yet I guess that's half the fun- the unexpected, the wow. I hope someday I can wow someone.
anyway, despite all my bullshit, go give some love to Allied and DarkRabbit- two really great guys going through some unfortunate shit right now.
thanks for listening. or reading. whatever.
Let's begin with work. My boss is in the Bahamas this week. On a private island, nonetheless. It's just him, his girlfriend (or commonlaw wife or whatever), and the caretaker guy that goes and shops for you and cleans and stuff. So while he's sunning and humping in the sand i'm attempting to clean up the messes he left, deal with supply issues, pacify clients, and install a job that i had not seen before today. So i'm having loads of fun. The job that I'm currently working on is as a subcontractor for a shop that I used to work at. They have given me the guy who took my job when I left as my helper. Now, he's a nice guy and is willing as hell, just not very able. He's unfamiliar with the basic parts and practices and therefore i have to stay with him at all times. He's basically fetching me the wrong parts. I'm so used to giving my boss a specific task to accomplish and it often is done right when i go back. Yes, you read that right. I, as the apprentice, the one who legally cannot work unsupervised, give my boss (the contractor) simple tasks to fufill and report back to me. One of these days my indentured servitude will come to an end and all of this will be worth it, though.
Speaking of which, by my calculations, my four year apprenticeship is up tomorrow. Of course with my luck, this happens to fall on my boss' vacation. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all. He is not a details person. I've been trying for a month or so to have him contact the dept. of labor about my eligability to take the licensing test, but he has not. This may turn ugly upon his return. Every day that I work before my test is a day that I loose $5 an hour or so. Not to mention the benefits I'll be fighting for. It would be really cool if I could go see a doctor when I need to, instead of hoping things work themselves out as I do now. At least upon passing the test I'll have a barganing chip. I'll be very employable. I would like to stay with him, as I tend to enjoy the projects he gets, but not at the cost of much money and a 401k. I think that about covers the work rant. moving on.....
As those of you who I talk to regularly, which coincidentally are those of you who will read this (or most of it, anyway) probably know, my grandfather has had a bit of a hard time lately. His initial bypass surgery went well, but he has been plauged with infectins since. He's back in the hospital again having a new drain put in his chest, or an old drain reinstalled, or something like that. By every account it's going well, but he's been in and out of the hospital for 4 months. This situation has become very trying on everyone in the family. It's funny, though. I'm at some levals worried more about my grandmother, mom, aunts, etc than I am about him. I feel so confident that he'll make it through all of this that while I'm concerned and upset and all that about his situation, I really think that he's been fighting for so long that he won't quit now. I have some odd sense of faith that he'll make it through this and come out and be with us for years to come. Yet everyday that he's away from his home amd my grandmother and stuck in the hospital is another day that my extended family goes about their lives unable to escape the what-ifs and the persistant worries about his condition. I'm close with my mom, but usually talk to her every few days. For the last four months it's been daily if not twice a day updates on his condition and treatment options. The stress in the family at the moment is overwhelming. I hope my faith in his recovery is not nieve wishing. He's such a great man. It would be such a waste for him to go from this. He went into this surgery process with the attitude of "i'm 84, I've lead a good life and I'd rather die in my rose garden than on a table." He changed his mind when the surgeon gave him 6 months if he didn't have the surgery. 6 months will be here soon. I just can't see him forfiting 6 happy, active months for these.
*cracks another beer, adjusts ipod playlists. morphine, hell yea, gimme that sax*
Is it time to discuss romance yet? Or the lack thereof, really. Maybe not, but i have a feeling it may come up in the update section about friends, social life, and that sort of thing. So stay tuned, dear reader (singular intended), something good may pop up.
O.K.- so I love living alone. I'm antisocial to a fault. I have friends, but rarely aquintences. I don't talk to people when I'm out unless forced or realy drunk. My greatest weakness in my life is my complete and total lack of confidence in myself. I'm not looking for compliments or sending out a cry for help here, just telling it as it is. Maybe it's the depression or the social anxiety that i refuse to medicate for , but either way, I kinda like that part of me. Makes me feel like an artist or something. One of my most enduring fantasies is to be sitting at a bar reading and be picked up by a girl.
Anyway, that all aside, I'm finding it hard to justify living alone and having such money problems when I should have a roommate. I just can't imagine living any other way. Unless, of course, it was the right woman at the right time. I keep wondering when that time will be.
oh no, getting sappy. must recover.
I've had some good times lately. Mostly thanks to my new friends here on the site. I love these sgct people. More fun to come this weekend! I can't wait. Sometimes i start to think that I'm neglecting my old friends in favor of you folks, but it's really not that upsetting. It had been so long since my friends that I actually had things in common with moved away. My non-sg friends, yes, I absolutely love them to death, and know that if I was ever in trouble I could call them, and that they would do the same. But none of them listen to the music I like or are married now and never come out anyway. It's odd the way this all changes. By now I probably wouldn't pass a breathalizer, so if I stopped making sense it's me, not you.
So will will manage to escape the romance scene except for this: I really hope that us like this becomes easier. I miss you... and this: so where is this alleged "she" who is out there? I've heard of her for years. And how will i meet "her" if I don't talk to people? Yet I guess that's half the fun- the unexpected, the wow. I hope someday I can wow someone.
anyway, despite all my bullshit, go give some love to Allied and DarkRabbit- two really great guys going through some unfortunate shit right now.
thanks for listening. or reading. whatever.
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[Edited on Feb 28, 2005 10:02PM]
Fancy pants huh