Can you feel it?
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One of two things is going to happen here at DRW. One, I'm going to get the forklift job I put in for and live out the remainder of my days here as a happy go lucky first shifter. Two, I'm going to treat this place like it was a bleeding man with aids looking to me for help. I'm going to run. Fast, far, and not looking back. I talked with the guy in charge of the forklift folks. He was alright. Pretty down to earth. He sounded like he liked my back ground (I've been driving these damn things since '98) and would like to have me. This all depends on, my boss. You see my reasons for wanting first shift are simple and from the heart. I want more time with the family. Not very hard to swallow is it? Now, for whatever reason he may have he will probably want me to stay here, on third shift. I tell you, if I do not get the transfer there will be words spoke. Will I listen to a reply? No. I won't give a flying fuck. Speak my mind, and slam the door.
Connor had himself a doctors appointment today. Can you believe he's almost 10 months old? Christ, where does the time go? He's doing great. Right on target with everything. If I recall correctly he's 20.5lb and about 31" long.
Fucking ex isn't paying the Lowe's bill...again. Fucking house people are doubtful to get a mortgage by the end of the year. I don't feel sorry for them. They knew what they were getting into. If it doesn't work out for them, I imagine we'll be moving in.
It's amazing how these few things can really bring me down. I've always had a problem with trying to keep my head up when things are all good. When there are troubles, I can be a downy clowny. It's a struggle that I 've had forever. I've been doing my best to not let it show, but it does sometimes. What can you do? Go to the doctor so they can cycle you through meds until the find something that turns your brains into marshmallow. Been there, done that, no thanks. I think I'll just keep on trying...
...because I certainly feel it.
Later.
I love you Julie.
One of two things is going to happen here at DRW. One, I'm going to get the forklift job I put in for and live out the remainder of my days here as a happy go lucky first shifter. Two, I'm going to treat this place like it was a bleeding man with aids looking to me for help. I'm going to run. Fast, far, and not looking back. I talked with the guy in charge of the forklift folks. He was alright. Pretty down to earth. He sounded like he liked my back ground (I've been driving these damn things since '98) and would like to have me. This all depends on, my boss. You see my reasons for wanting first shift are simple and from the heart. I want more time with the family. Not very hard to swallow is it? Now, for whatever reason he may have he will probably want me to stay here, on third shift. I tell you, if I do not get the transfer there will be words spoke. Will I listen to a reply? No. I won't give a flying fuck. Speak my mind, and slam the door.
Connor had himself a doctors appointment today. Can you believe he's almost 10 months old? Christ, where does the time go? He's doing great. Right on target with everything. If I recall correctly he's 20.5lb and about 31" long.
Fucking ex isn't paying the Lowe's bill...again. Fucking house people are doubtful to get a mortgage by the end of the year. I don't feel sorry for them. They knew what they were getting into. If it doesn't work out for them, I imagine we'll be moving in.
It's amazing how these few things can really bring me down. I've always had a problem with trying to keep my head up when things are all good. When there are troubles, I can be a downy clowny. It's a struggle that I 've had forever. I've been doing my best to not let it show, but it does sometimes. What can you do? Go to the doctor so they can cycle you through meds until the find something that turns your brains into marshmallow. Been there, done that, no thanks. I think I'll just keep on trying...
...because I certainly feel it.
Later.
I love you Julie.
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1:07 AM
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