Sometimes when I blog the best part is naming the post. I dont know why, sometimes I crack myself up. Anyhoo, I made nice with the person Im offended. Turnes out they were more scared than pissed off. I have brought this up before, but the older I get the more the cliche's end up being true. Maybe its because I am far from home base, and I am paying more attention, and therefore paying attention to the callings of the universe. Maybe..maybe not. But when I break during the day to smoke and enjoy some of the ever shrinking daylight hours we get ( today we had less than 3 hours between official sunrise and sunset. Jesus H Christ ) an old wives tale urban legend or cliche will pop into my head. Of course then I wonder if I will ever live to see the day when " A stitch in time saves nine " is proven.
I have a cold. A nasty one. But calling in sick is not an option. I am too new to the job to do that so I load up on Ibuprophen and Dayquill. It gets me through the day is all I can say. It makes sleeping difficult, but with 30-40 degree temp swings each day its easy to get sick.
I am frustrated on my job because thinking is not encouraged. Employees are taught to do everyday tasks and when anything requiring though occurs we are to ask for help. I am not sure of the genisis of this management style, but it is frustrationg to be sure. I am not a johnny come lately, and I have brains to spare, but its not a quality that is revered in my job. Oh well. The paychecks clear the bank so I guess I should shut the fuck up.
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