I think I just about regret taking this job... I haven't worked a shift less than 12 fucking hours this week, and I've been On-Call for the past 3...
The only thing worse than being paged into work at 3:30am is being paged out to work in FUCKING SWIFT CURRENT (2.5hr drive) at 3:30 am...
On the bright side, at least I'm not still in fucking WINNIPEG.
In other news, What'd I miss in the past 8 months or so, other than a complete format change?
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
And I see that he's still single-handedly responsible for about 3/4 of the new threads.
What's killing me is that my on/off schedule combined with a total lack of garage has pretty much nixxed any chance of getting my 99% complete Fiero on the road this year... Which leaves me with basically no remaining viable hobbies.
No time for vids
No space for salt-water aquaria
No garage for mechanicals
Ah well... The wife's back at work, so we're DINKs again--which hopefully translates into a proper house (i.e., garage) within the year or so...
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
Stimpy, not a day goes past when I don't ask myself the SAME question.
What troubles me the most isn't the insecurity of not knowing one's self... It's more that every time I ask it, I get a different answer. They say that madness isn't a lone howl at the moon... Sometimes it's a soft inner voice at the end of a stressful day saying "There's room in here for one more!"
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
