more work stuff

well, on saturday morning i showed up to work thinking it was going to be a regular day. wrong. 28 hrs later on sunday i finally got to go home. sure now that im a supervisor, my work in not very rigorous, but 28 straight hours of being awake can take a toll on anyone. on my way back home i was veering off the road and had a hard time keeping myself awake despite constantly telling myself not to nod off. well that is over. as far as me being traffic control supervisor, im not very pretentious and dont let the title get to my head. as far as i see it im just a tool at their disposal, kinda like an air compressor or truck. they see my hard work ethic and my aptitude and figured i could pass a test to get certified. dont get me wrong, i know they actually like me too personally, but i would rather have monetary compensation over a fancy title...i guess it will look good on my resume later. i think i'm a pretty good supervisor though because i lead by example and i dont get easily angry and i honestly dont feel im better than anyone else. im not a pushover either, im fair but very firm. i have two young russian guys as my helpers and as i'm driving around they are teaching me russian. they say i'm pretty good with my pronunciation and they are impressed by my retention skills. anyways im still recovering from my sleep deprivation-- sumachechi (russian for crazy).

more work stuff

work pics

well apparently it is not loading up the pics...will try one more time...all is well and my ankle is not hurting so much anymore.

work

well im here in jacksonville and back at work...my first day, monday, my feet, ankle and knee were killing me...im officially on traffic control. im closing the lane along with three other guys (even though one guy doesnt count)...i have to be running, playing frogger across a busy highway with my sprained ankle (not very fun). on tuesday i was getting a little more used to it, but my ankle still hurts when i run across the freeway dodging traffic...needless to say i asked for a raise as the chances of getting hit by a car is greater than falling off the damn bridge...i will be getting one as soon as i pass my certification from traffic school which i will take next week in west palm beach, florida...today i was staking in posts for the street signs with Leo and Jose...on the last stake i was hammering in Leo tells me to hurry up because we had to go pick up the cones from the lane...well, i hit it with all i had, and burst open a water pipe...surprisingly, Leo did not yell at me...he did not even give me "the look" (which has been known to make grown men cry)...i think they must like me...anyways, that doesnt make them work me any less...today i am so tired which means im just getting back in shape...tomorrow, i go in at nine to fill out paperwork and to take my drug test...and for the first time, im not sweating it and/or asking for more time...i feel kinda proud...anyways that is all for today...36 hours in 3 days...will post some pics tomorrow...

For Kelsey

well the door is painted, but when i removed the tape, chunks of the latex paint came up with it (both brown and green). i touched up some of the brown that peeled off, and it looks good from a distance, but up close...well. i still have not painted the border around it with the beige (as you can see). i still have some touch-up to do but it is better for nothing. thank you for taking your time to console me yesterday kels. i appreciate that as i was feeling so all alone.

this is a picture of our house,
and i know the feelings it just might arouse.
i know you clearly remember,
it is the middle of friggin' winter.
you might expect this in spring,
and i know the feelings it surely brings.
i know nostalgia comes creeping in,
but please remember it's just a thing.
the pride we feel was felt before,
by minds that lived and surely stored
each waking moment in their lives,
and no longer live to tell their side.
happy moments still reside,
but surely somewhere sadness hides,
inside its walls as well as out.
that's what life is all about.



sorry, i was reading shel silverstein and thought i'd try....