I got back home 3 days ago after working about a month out of town. The first week I was in Houston. I got poison oak! My arms stopped itching this week. I loathe poison oak. I do not want to work in Houston anymore. Fortunately, I think my wish will be granted. Our client that we work in Houston for is going to start performing their own labor. YAY! The other three weeks I was in northern California. My job consisted of "Construction Management" mostly. Basically I watched contractors work while I read a book most of the day. I was there to take soil samples, which was really about 3-4hrs of actual work in an 8-12hr day of pay. It was fascinating to watch the guy operating the excavator we had onsite. It is such a large and powerful piece of equipment, but he was able to perform delicate (delicate for an excavator) tasks easily. It was like the excavator was an appendage. This was in Vallejo, CA. But I stayed in a motel in Walnut Creek. I didn't find any place that was different, fun, or fascinating in Walnut Creek. All I found was a lot of restaurants. A lot of different kinds of foods. But I didn't find any cool bars, museums, or places I liked to waste time. I know there has got to be something in that town I'm missing. oh well.
I drove the company work truck up north from Long Beach. This was nice because I was able to drive to Sacramento & Redding on the weekends to visit my cousins and a friend respectively.
One of my cousins in Sac. doesn't raise her children very well. She is not a good mom. Every time I spend time with her children I walk away with a sad creepy feeling. Every child deserves much better than what these kids have. I don't know a whole lot about what children are like at certain ages, but it doesn't seem normal that an eleven year old boy would want to hold my hand while walking and want me to sleep with him in his room at night. I could be wrong. It also doesn't seem normal that he would ask if he could live with me if his mom went back to jail. The kid almost had me crying when he asked me that.
I think I'm done.
Be good.
I drove the company work truck up north from Long Beach. This was nice because I was able to drive to Sacramento & Redding on the weekends to visit my cousins and a friend respectively.
One of my cousins in Sac. doesn't raise her children very well. She is not a good mom. Every time I spend time with her children I walk away with a sad creepy feeling. Every child deserves much better than what these kids have. I don't know a whole lot about what children are like at certain ages, but it doesn't seem normal that an eleven year old boy would want to hold my hand while walking and want me to sleep with him in his room at night. I could be wrong. It also doesn't seem normal that he would ask if he could live with me if his mom went back to jail. The kid almost had me crying when he asked me that.
I think I'm done.
Be good.