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Nov. 4th, 2003 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI'm leaving for work again in less than two hours. My latest serving of temp tastiness involves working 5 P.M. to 3 A.M. Monday through Thursday tidying up strips of cloth after they are run through an extruder for a strip of plastic to be added and then die-punched. We are removing the little slugs of material left in the holes.
It's good to have a job. I have swiftly come to realize, however, that it is not particularly good to have this job. I can deal with 10 hour shifts. I can deal with the astoundingly boring nature of the work being done. I can even deal with working with only one other person who has such a strong Indian accent I can barely understand him. (Though by two in the morning, as I was getting more tired and annoyed, I had the urge to grab him by the shoulders and say 'I have no idea what you are talking about!') What I can't deal with, at least not for an extended period, is not seeing Andrea.
I got to see her in person perhaps all of two hours yesterday when I got home and she climbed out of bed to have dinner/breakfast with me. Regardless of the fact that we've been living together for a month already (where does the time go?), I am not willing to be apart from her for so long at a time. I miss her so deeply... I didn't think about how little we'd be seeing each other when I took that job, but I will certainly be considering that point in the future.
I'm sorry Andrea. *hugs* We'll make up for it this weekend.
Speaking of this weekend, it seems we'll both be in the Chicago area for Windycon. If anyone wants to come by and see us at some point that would be very cool. Is anyone reading this going to be at Windycon anyway? Drop us a line.
Andrea and I have had many a wonderful weekend over the last month, but the last one was, I think, the best of them. She covered the details in her journal so I won't bore you. Our wanderings around Ann Arbor, the arcade, the game store, the restaurant, the wonderful bookstores, the coffee house, the city at night, the leaves falling through the air like cherry blossoms, the hint of winter in the air... It was all magic. I would have given anything to have that with someone a year ago, and I thought I never would. I am so stuck on her that it's scary. Except I'm not scared. I'm simply very, very happy. Sunday was spent doing nothing around the apartment and then watching a move we'd rented: Pink Floyd's The Wall. I'd never seen it and it was really interesting. I also found myself thinking again about the fact that, a year ago, what I was doing right then and there was my fondest unattainable dream. Just snuggling up with my beloved.
I've been proving myself handy with my paws. First I jury-rigged the caller ID box I bought a year or so ago at a garage sale so we can avoid telemarketers. It's got a little yellow wire sticking out of it and taped to a battery, but it works. Then I jury-rigged my car. It also has a wire sticking out of it attached to the battery. *grin* I'll take a picture of the fix to post here when I get a chance. The tail lights wouldn't come on with the headlights and I got pulled over due to this once. I was going to the the car fixed today, but I have a job now and the scheduling isn't working. So instead, last night I opened up the tail-light assembly, picked one of the two black wires at random (at least I know that green is ground), scraped a little insulation away, and ran some speaker wire from there, under the bumper, in the back passenger door, through the cab, and into the hood to the battery. Now to get my tail-lights on I have to open the hood and twist the ends of the wire together to complete the circuit, but at least it works. The light under the hood is working for the first time in years too. Heh.
I should go get dressed now. 'Till next time...
It's good to have a job. I have swiftly come to realize, however, that it is not particularly good to have this job. I can deal with 10 hour shifts. I can deal with the astoundingly boring nature of the work being done. I can even deal with working with only one other person who has such a strong Indian accent I can barely understand him. (Though by two in the morning, as I was getting more tired and annoyed, I had the urge to grab him by the shoulders and say 'I have no idea what you are talking about!') What I can't deal with, at least not for an extended period, is not seeing Andrea.
I got to see her in person perhaps all of two hours yesterday when I got home and she climbed out of bed to have dinner/breakfast with me. Regardless of the fact that we've been living together for a month already (where does the time go?), I am not willing to be apart from her for so long at a time. I miss her so deeply... I didn't think about how little we'd be seeing each other when I took that job, but I will certainly be considering that point in the future.
I'm sorry Andrea. *hugs* We'll make up for it this weekend.
Speaking of this weekend, it seems we'll both be in the Chicago area for Windycon. If anyone wants to come by and see us at some point that would be very cool. Is anyone reading this going to be at Windycon anyway? Drop us a line.
Andrea and I have had many a wonderful weekend over the last month, but the last one was, I think, the best of them. She covered the details in her journal so I won't bore you. Our wanderings around Ann Arbor, the arcade, the game store, the restaurant, the wonderful bookstores, the coffee house, the city at night, the leaves falling through the air like cherry blossoms, the hint of winter in the air... It was all magic. I would have given anything to have that with someone a year ago, and I thought I never would. I am so stuck on her that it's scary. Except I'm not scared. I'm simply very, very happy. Sunday was spent doing nothing around the apartment and then watching a move we'd rented: Pink Floyd's The Wall. I'd never seen it and it was really interesting. I also found myself thinking again about the fact that, a year ago, what I was doing right then and there was my fondest unattainable dream. Just snuggling up with my beloved.
I've been proving myself handy with my paws. First I jury-rigged the caller ID box I bought a year or so ago at a garage sale so we can avoid telemarketers. It's got a little yellow wire sticking out of it and taped to a battery, but it works. Then I jury-rigged my car. It also has a wire sticking out of it attached to the battery. *grin* I'll take a picture of the fix to post here when I get a chance. The tail lights wouldn't come on with the headlights and I got pulled over due to this once. I was going to the the car fixed today, but I have a job now and the scheduling isn't working. So instead, last night I opened up the tail-light assembly, picked one of the two black wires at random (at least I know that green is ground), scraped a little insulation away, and ran some speaker wire from there, under the bumper, in the back passenger door, through the cab, and into the hood to the battery. Now to get my tail-lights on I have to open the hood and twist the ends of the wire together to complete the circuit, but at least it works. The light under the hood is working for the first time in years too. Heh.
I should go get dressed now. 'Till next time...
