Gravity fights and wins Terribly slow day at work. I had the yawns again, too, even though I think that I got plenty of sleep. Only hit the snoozebar once. We're having our quarterly management meetings this week, the administrator gets up and talks about stuff. I didn't get to go today, but we did send a tech and he reported back: decrease in allowable raises; decrease in cafeteria discounts. The good news? Uh... this doesn't happen until the first of June? O'yeah, and a big decrease in morale. I don't think that was mentioned, just implied. Also implied: like it or lump it, as in, leave. I'm having a hard time maintaining any enthusiasm for this job, I am. I still love my work, but. ... Gee, not much excitement tonight; Karen and I went out to the New China Inn and suppered, good as usual. I passed up dessert, I did. Proud of myself for at least one thing today. 'Cause after work I stopped by and bought six cigars. Yeah, I know. Dammit. It fucking takes over my mind, it does. Especially on a slow day. My mind is a feeble thing indeed, I'm afraid. This weekend, though, I will have plenty to do, and Karen as a constant support, and this weekend it will work. Jody's been having trouble with his computer, and he's going to have surgery on his shoulder Friday, so he's bringing it over tomorrow night so I can look at it. He's going to need it while he's recuperating and not able to do much. Hard telling what's the matter with it, mostly running slow, from what he says. As in v e r y s l o w. So there's gotta be a reason for that. The guy that gonna be doing the shop was over today with his crew, cleaned things up a lot, and tomorrow he'll be back to get the footings dug and then the city can come and do the inspection and maybe it'll get poured before the weekend, but I'm not counting on it. Maybe I'll have a shop by July if I'm lucky.
Every damned time, it's proven the same
But we still fight on.