Happy fucking new year,.
A New Year, a new set trials. A new 9 circles to fall through, tummbling all the way..
"We'll meet again,
don't know where don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again,
some sunny day.
So keep on smiling through,
just like you always do,
till blue skies drive the dark clouds far away,
And would please say hello,
to the folks that I know,
and tell them that I won't be long,
And they'll be happy to know,
as you saw me go, I was singing this song,
We'll meet again,
don't know where, don't know when.
But we'll meet again,
Some sunny day."
My new year has been plagued by misfortune, inbetween moments of sunshine. It all started two weekends ago, when I took Amanda to the airport. On the way back, my car died at a gas station. My aunt came by to give us a jump. She followed us to a near by auto-repair shop. Where they concluded my battery was due in for the here-after. I enjoyed myself of what I could on new years eve, missing the one I wanted to spend it with. My week following was a debocale, the large sewing machine I operate, decided it needed a longer vaction. Which meant no work for me while it was fixed. I managed to get some time in on tuesday, playing a mazak chief making optical glass holders. The jumped back into the swing by wednesday. To make up lost time my weekend was primarily consumed by work. Both saturday and sunday,. On sunday night I went to get amanda from the lexington bluegrass airport. Then Monday morning finally take her home. A surprise was waiting for us both in her yard, seems her parents decided it's time to packup, and wave goodbye to ol'kentuckey. This past week as been a blur of uneasy feelings, and worries. I was feeling haggard from not having any de-compress time from work.. which leads to wednesday night. I'm running the big sewing machine while de-burring the parts it makes with a hand slice deburr tool. After lunch, i'm moving at my normal pace to catch up to the two sheets I ran during my lunch,, when the tool edge slips off the side. Instead of running the slice hook down the sharp edge to deburr it, i run my right index finger down it. So I start bleeding, yay me. My supervisor comes to check it ouit and give the owner a call letting him know there has been a accident. They ask me what I want to do,, I think i've lost may a good couple of ounces of blood by now. I say screw it bandage it up, sit down to recover from becoming nausious and light headed. My supervisor starts mopping up the floor and the trails of blood I left from the trumpf to the sink, the sink to the first aid cabinet, and the first-aid cabinet to the bench. I wrap it, tape it down with electrical tape, put on some thick gloves then go back to what I was orginally doing. Then are HR comes in to check on me,, ask me to take off my glove so she can see the wound. I take off the glove and I have blood running down my finger and hand, from where it soaked through the bandage and gaus pads. I get called a biohazard,, which was a bit flatterning. Told that I "will" be going to the hospital and recieving stiches. So I wait till I feel comfortable driving. I make friends with the Dr. assigned to treat me, he was asshole, I was bigger asshole. Get six stiches, a bunch of paperwork for a workers comp claim and instructures on what not to do, as to not rip the stiches out for another hospital visit so soon. The next day I go back into work, they came up with something for me to do that only reguired one hand. About during my lunch I start getting cold chills, and shakes. The night goes in and despite all my co-workers saying how hot it was inside, i'm freezing. My sight is getting heavy and my breath is getting short.. fucking fever. So I get pip to drive us home at the end of our shift. Eat a shit load of high sugary foods, a solid meal, and prepare a nuke bath of 114F-130F temperture water, for some damnable reason even though the water is steaming and turning my skin red,, i'm shivering like crazy in the water. I get out drink 1/2 a liter of gatoraide take three tylenol pms', and pass the fuck out. The next day I come back into work feeling like a complete zombie. My HR give me the chastization/protective mother type speech when I tell her about the fever incident, how I should have brought it to someones attention. I get to give my slide presentation, the carousel fouls,,, I have to load all the slides in manually with my one good hand, down into the projector drop and pull them out to change to the next. To top my day off, my cell phone hates me and doesn't wish to co-operate with its' assigned funtions.. I get out of work early, go home get ready and go back out to the club with amanda. We miss the band,, which is nothing new for us. The music for the most part, was more shitty than normal. There wasn't a single song played that I even had the slightest desire to dance too. I thinking I was at some strange rave/goth bastard child community meet&drink. The next day (saturday) I get up early, go do the shopping i've been meaning to do but haven't had the time to do.. I go to the mall, wish I had full use of both my hands so I could strange the people i am forced to deal with. Every time I get something I have to do this weird prestidigation feat with my left hand to get to my right back pocket where my wallet is. The get out my card, put my card back, snap my wallet close and reverse my carnie trick to put the wallet back. Finally I'm home, I perform my last feat of circus hygnix getting everything out of the car, closing my car door, locking my car, getting everything up the stairs and openning/unlocking my door,,, with my fucking left hand. I have never wanted to just hold out in cave with shitloads of guns & ammo more than on these past couple days.
I have all my new digital camera/lenses/equipment.. I can't effectively use it, due to being unable to use my index finger entirely, or the fine articulation of the right hand.
I've come to the realization how almost everything I have or carry on me is right hand centered.
I feel generally reculsive, and overally disgruntled.
I am forcing myself to plan with greater detail about the future, since my happiness is threatened.
I typed this entire bitch & moan post with my left hand and my right ring and pinky finger..
So piss off, nutz to you, and thanks for all the fish.
By the way, info gleamed from the OBI press machine. The world will end at the stroke of midnight in the less then a second change from 12/31/17 to 1/1/18. of course I was suffering from a very high fever and more than a bit delusional when I saw the signs..
"We'll meet again,
don't know where don't know when,
but I know we'll meet again,
some sunny day.
So keep on smiling through,
just like you always do,
till blue skies drive the dark clouds far away,
And would please say hello,
to the folks that I know,
and tell them that I won't be long,
And they'll be happy to know,
as you saw me go, I was singing this song,
We'll meet again,
don't know where, don't know when.
But we'll meet again,
Some sunny day."
My new year has been plagued by misfortune, inbetween moments of sunshine. It all started two weekends ago, when I took Amanda to the airport. On the way back, my car died at a gas station. My aunt came by to give us a jump. She followed us to a near by auto-repair shop. Where they concluded my battery was due in for the here-after. I enjoyed myself of what I could on new years eve, missing the one I wanted to spend it with. My week following was a debocale, the large sewing machine I operate, decided it needed a longer vaction. Which meant no work for me while it was fixed. I managed to get some time in on tuesday, playing a mazak chief making optical glass holders. The jumped back into the swing by wednesday. To make up lost time my weekend was primarily consumed by work. Both saturday and sunday,. On sunday night I went to get amanda from the lexington bluegrass airport. Then Monday morning finally take her home. A surprise was waiting for us both in her yard, seems her parents decided it's time to packup, and wave goodbye to ol'kentuckey. This past week as been a blur of uneasy feelings, and worries. I was feeling haggard from not having any de-compress time from work.. which leads to wednesday night. I'm running the big sewing machine while de-burring the parts it makes with a hand slice deburr tool. After lunch, i'm moving at my normal pace to catch up to the two sheets I ran during my lunch,, when the tool edge slips off the side. Instead of running the slice hook down the sharp edge to deburr it, i run my right index finger down it. So I start bleeding, yay me. My supervisor comes to check it ouit and give the owner a call letting him know there has been a accident. They ask me what I want to do,, I think i've lost may a good couple of ounces of blood by now. I say screw it bandage it up, sit down to recover from becoming nausious and light headed. My supervisor starts mopping up the floor and the trails of blood I left from the trumpf to the sink, the sink to the first aid cabinet, and the first-aid cabinet to the bench. I wrap it, tape it down with electrical tape, put on some thick gloves then go back to what I was orginally doing. Then are HR comes in to check on me,, ask me to take off my glove so she can see the wound. I take off the glove and I have blood running down my finger and hand, from where it soaked through the bandage and gaus pads. I get called a biohazard,, which was a bit flatterning. Told that I "will" be going to the hospital and recieving stiches. So I wait till I feel comfortable driving. I make friends with the Dr. assigned to treat me, he was asshole, I was bigger asshole. Get six stiches, a bunch of paperwork for a workers comp claim and instructures on what not to do, as to not rip the stiches out for another hospital visit so soon. The next day I go back into work, they came up with something for me to do that only reguired one hand. About during my lunch I start getting cold chills, and shakes. The night goes in and despite all my co-workers saying how hot it was inside, i'm freezing. My sight is getting heavy and my breath is getting short.. fucking fever. So I get pip to drive us home at the end of our shift. Eat a shit load of high sugary foods, a solid meal, and prepare a nuke bath of 114F-130F temperture water, for some damnable reason even though the water is steaming and turning my skin red,, i'm shivering like crazy in the water. I get out drink 1/2 a liter of gatoraide take three tylenol pms', and pass the fuck out. The next day I come back into work feeling like a complete zombie. My HR give me the chastization/protective mother type speech when I tell her about the fever incident, how I should have brought it to someones attention. I get to give my slide presentation, the carousel fouls,,, I have to load all the slides in manually with my one good hand, down into the projector drop and pull them out to change to the next. To top my day off, my cell phone hates me and doesn't wish to co-operate with its' assigned funtions.. I get out of work early, go home get ready and go back out to the club with amanda. We miss the band,, which is nothing new for us. The music for the most part, was more shitty than normal. There wasn't a single song played that I even had the slightest desire to dance too. I thinking I was at some strange rave/goth bastard child community meet&drink. The next day (saturday) I get up early, go do the shopping i've been meaning to do but haven't had the time to do.. I go to the mall, wish I had full use of both my hands so I could strange the people i am forced to deal with. Every time I get something I have to do this weird prestidigation feat with my left hand to get to my right back pocket where my wallet is. The get out my card, put my card back, snap my wallet close and reverse my carnie trick to put the wallet back. Finally I'm home, I perform my last feat of circus hygnix getting everything out of the car, closing my car door, locking my car, getting everything up the stairs and openning/unlocking my door,,, with my fucking left hand. I have never wanted to just hold out in cave with shitloads of guns & ammo more than on these past couple days.
I have all my new digital camera/lenses/equipment.. I can't effectively use it, due to being unable to use my index finger entirely, or the fine articulation of the right hand.
I've come to the realization how almost everything I have or carry on me is right hand centered.
I feel generally reculsive, and overally disgruntled.
I am forcing myself to plan with greater detail about the future, since my happiness is threatened.
I typed this entire bitch & moan post with my left hand and my right ring and pinky finger..
So piss off, nutz to you, and thanks for all the fish.
By the way, info gleamed from the OBI press machine. The world will end at the stroke of midnight in the less then a second change from 12/31/17 to 1/1/18. of course I was suffering from a very high fever and more than a bit delusional when I saw the signs..