I have survived another week of mining turds in the Pope's rectum with few bumps, bruises or scars. Why we keep doing this I can only explain as being enslaved to our lifestyle. If we did not have this big house, half of the crap that we have or the bills, our work life could be adjusted to a less stressful level. That is my ultimate goal in quitting and moving. Talking the other night as we were walking, that was the recurring theme. When we talk to friends about the move that is one of the topics that they bring up. I think most people want to live a less stressful life but they are too caught up in having it all. Living the lifestyle they see on the television instead of living the life of happiness. We have been sold a bill of goods that is tantamount to being addicted to drugs. Our drug of choice is material goods that bring a temporary happiness only to give way to the stress of having to deal with where to put it and how to keep it safe. This is my goal. To get rid of most of the crap I have accumulated and live a small, simple life.
The tick called the spousal unit the other day complaining that they had already worked forty-one hours and it was not even the end of the week. I do love the way fate/reality/karma plays with some peoples lives. Mid January will have been one year since the Great Faceplant, still no word of paying back, purchasing or taking over one's bill(s). I have said little to the spouse regarding this but as of January all of this will be addressed. The transportation will come home for good or be sold, the telephone transferred or turned off and the debt foreclosed. The spouse said that they are waiting for the "light to go on, that is for someone to finally understand what it is we have done for years. To figure out where the money is going to come from, how you make the impossible happen and what you do when you don't have a clue.
The good news is that the tick seems to be in a relationship of some form and therefore mostly out of my immediate life. Though the room that they were using still looks like a disaster site, that too will be addressed. I do wish the significant other luck in dealing with all that the tick is. I can't help but feel another train wreck is on the horizon and that is reason enough to want out of here.
The Whiney Troll has come up with more unbelievable crap, even for them it taxes the mind's ability to fathom. Given their personal life dictates what their work life should be, they have come up with a plan to flex their contracted schedule so as to not use any paid time off. When brought to Pope Jr's attention, they did the usual song and dance routine. I made to suggestion of making the Troll an "as needed" employee and thus allowing them and us to schedule or not schedule them to work. This was to be addressed today in a meeting so we will have to wait and see what happens. That is, if the meeting actually happens, the change in status is addressed or more likely, the Troll gets their way and the rest of us are required to pick of the slack. Having spoken with the co-worker earlier this week regarding our lives at the mine, they said that they are looking to get out of there and given my desire to do the same it should be interesting to be a fly on the wall when it all happens.
Today is my day off and I have virtually no plans other than to relax, watch a movie or two and maybe go shop for some cables. Whatever I do I will be on call this weekend so sleep will be at a premium. The good news is we are nearing the thirty day mark for the trip which means I will be gone before they know it. It really will SUCK to not be me!
The tick called the spousal unit the other day complaining that they had already worked forty-one hours and it was not even the end of the week. I do love the way fate/reality/karma plays with some peoples lives. Mid January will have been one year since the Great Faceplant, still no word of paying back, purchasing or taking over one's bill(s). I have said little to the spouse regarding this but as of January all of this will be addressed. The transportation will come home for good or be sold, the telephone transferred or turned off and the debt foreclosed. The spouse said that they are waiting for the "light to go on, that is for someone to finally understand what it is we have done for years. To figure out where the money is going to come from, how you make the impossible happen and what you do when you don't have a clue.
The good news is that the tick seems to be in a relationship of some form and therefore mostly out of my immediate life. Though the room that they were using still looks like a disaster site, that too will be addressed. I do wish the significant other luck in dealing with all that the tick is. I can't help but feel another train wreck is on the horizon and that is reason enough to want out of here.
The Whiney Troll has come up with more unbelievable crap, even for them it taxes the mind's ability to fathom. Given their personal life dictates what their work life should be, they have come up with a plan to flex their contracted schedule so as to not use any paid time off. When brought to Pope Jr's attention, they did the usual song and dance routine. I made to suggestion of making the Troll an "as needed" employee and thus allowing them and us to schedule or not schedule them to work. This was to be addressed today in a meeting so we will have to wait and see what happens. That is, if the meeting actually happens, the change in status is addressed or more likely, the Troll gets their way and the rest of us are required to pick of the slack. Having spoken with the co-worker earlier this week regarding our lives at the mine, they said that they are looking to get out of there and given my desire to do the same it should be interesting to be a fly on the wall when it all happens.
Today is my day off and I have virtually no plans other than to relax, watch a movie or two and maybe go shop for some cables. Whatever I do I will be on call this weekend so sleep will be at a premium. The good news is we are nearing the thirty day mark for the trip which means I will be gone before they know it. It really will SUCK to not be me!
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