neovernacular

Damn I like building things! I'm going to go do that more . . . TODAY. Even if it rains . . .

So I went and got all registered with with a temp *cough* pimp *cough* agency. What a depressng place! It really did make me feel like a prostitute.

I had to do an "aptitiude" test , which was "Add these two numbers together. Be Careful! They have decimals in them!" and stuff like "Dave Thompson, Dave Thomson--Same or Different?"

I was so afraid of making a mistake in the math because it was all stuff I hadn't done in years. Most of the math I have been doing recently uses more Greek letters than numbers. But now, atleast, I have passed the course needed to hold the STOP/SLOW traffic control pole on construction sites.

It can't compare to my Power Jack / Straddlestacker licence. Nothing is as cool as that.; sounding atleast.

The other day, my laptop fell and the screen smashed. The rest of everything still works fine, but no display. It is just a big, heavy, cd-rom equipped keyboard.

Works SHOULD begin on Wednesday on the straw bale house. I am so very tired of waiting for it, but have enjoyed filling my time with other activities, or not..

What a strange mood I'm in