It's been a long, strange two weeks, kids. I've had every intention to get back here and write some more; the stories are floating around in my head like misshapen grey balloons, eager to get down my arms and out my fingers and hence to this glowing screen, but...always a but.
The Compaq is alive again--seems the heat, which hasn't been a problem in five years is suddenly enough to trigger a massive (and temporary) failure. When the machine cools down it works fine. So, happily awaiting a new hard drive for the StuccoBox (tm) (and thank you, Stucco!) and working on the old workhorse again. Limping along, as it were.
I'd linger here and tell you guys one of the stories that's been jostling for position but I've got to get rolling. We've a trip to Florida planned for the rest of the week and so the house is in "OMG we've got to pack" mode. Planning to make sure my brother lets my garden go to hell in a handbasket. Making sure my mother overfeeds my fish. Arranging places for the dogs to stay. Oil and filters change for the CX-7. Etc. I was supposed to be off work all this week but the look of terror in my coworker's eyes and their desperate pleas for mercy got me in yesterday and half of today. Bastards.
On the job front--no word yet from either CLECO or the heavy equipment company's HR folks, but the day is young. Rainy Day Rita's front end work just broke the $1000 mark and selling her is now a necessity unless I get one of those positions. Can I tell you I'm ready to get out of the medical industry?
I wanted to share this with you before I go for the week. Taken yesterday morning, about five minutes before a truly massive coal shipment (they average 150,000 tons I was told) passed.
I've never been so frightened for a stranger before.