Louisiana life
Holy shit I have internet... Keep in mind I dont have anything at the condo and survived off of the computers at whispers for a MONTH. I expected this to be alleviated when I moved to Louisiana, but the damn phone company cannot find my place because it is so deep in the boonies. At least I had TV, but the guy whos TV it was took the tv and the satilite reciever. Oh, and also when I moved the stove, the gas line broke... That means for more than a day I had no TV, no internet, no hot water, no stove, NO NOTHING. Thank God I got the stove fixed, but I still do not have tv or internet, and cant get them until the idiots find my house. Hopefully this will al be taken care of before the world cup and NBA finals. I know what you are saying... "but Jim, this just gives you more time to hit on hot girls." Unfortunately, finding hot girls in Louisiana is like finding people to discuss physics with in a Kindergarten classroom. Despite the difficulty, I try for the pure sport of it, and I did find a really hot girl at a local restaurant the other day. I went back today, and it turns out that she is going to school up at Truman State when I am in town and comes back when I am gone. Unfortunately she is not hot enough to make me want to stay here all week. Other than her, there was a really hot girl at the gym yesterday, but she was wearing a Clopton shirt (READ: Probably a high schooler) and there is an amazing girl right next to me using the next computer as I speak, but she also looks like she could be young. I was warned not to hook up with people around here unless I knew they were old enough, because apparently people look a lot older than they really are, and after they get out of high school a lot of them go downhill fast. Hot girl next to be now has a friend, who bears a striking reseblence to Katie Berg, only more pale if you can fathom that...
As for work, this may be hard to believe, but working in a steel mill is very hard and dirty. We have been short people, so I have to do more production work then they wanted, but oh well. What really sucks is that the ovens are pretty backed up, so for the next two days I am working nights, 4pm to 4am hooking up pipe for the crane. The "hook-up guy" (it isnt near as fun as it sounds) strings two steel cables under the load of steel so that the crane can pick it up. It sounds simple, but a lot of times you are basically threading a very big needle, and you dont have a lot of space to work. Thias means you have to get up against the steel and on the floor, leaving you dirty as hell. The two days I had to be hook-up guy last week, when I took off my shirt, it looked like I had a farmers tan of dirt. I had to take two showers just to get it all off.
Part of me is a little out of my element. A lot of time is spent talking about who can beat the shit out of who, along with hunting, fishing and farming, all of which I know a lot more about. Did you know you have to bleed a catfish before frying it? Did you know if you use the red nozzles instead of the green ones your sprayer will empty out too fast? Do you know the difference between a plow and a disk? I DO! Unfortunately, I will probably never use any of this information... Lets face it, half the time I cant understand what they are saying. Missing teeth are not out of the ordinary, and they use a lot of words I am not familiar with. I work with people named Buddy, Stanley, Darren, Darrin, Earl, Gary, Randall, Cowboy and Gomer just to name a few. It is very different to anything I am used to, but I am learning so much, and thats why I am here. There is a lot my dad doesnt know about the production, and there are about 2,746 things that can be done differently to make this company more successful. That, combined with the fact that I have the authority to make the changes, and that the company, regardless of the problems, is doing by far the best they ever have is very exciting. Ok, I am going to try and set up a Gmail account before my artsci dissapears forever.
As for work, this may be hard to believe, but working in a steel mill is very hard and dirty. We have been short people, so I have to do more production work then they wanted, but oh well. What really sucks is that the ovens are pretty backed up, so for the next two days I am working nights, 4pm to 4am hooking up pipe for the crane. The "hook-up guy" (it isnt near as fun as it sounds) strings two steel cables under the load of steel so that the crane can pick it up. It sounds simple, but a lot of times you are basically threading a very big needle, and you dont have a lot of space to work. Thias means you have to get up against the steel and on the floor, leaving you dirty as hell. The two days I had to be hook-up guy last week, when I took off my shirt, it looked like I had a farmers tan of dirt. I had to take two showers just to get it all off.
Part of me is a little out of my element. A lot of time is spent talking about who can beat the shit out of who, along with hunting, fishing and farming, all of which I know a lot more about. Did you know you have to bleed a catfish before frying it? Did you know if you use the red nozzles instead of the green ones your sprayer will empty out too fast? Do you know the difference between a plow and a disk? I DO! Unfortunately, I will probably never use any of this information... Lets face it, half the time I cant understand what they are saying. Missing teeth are not out of the ordinary, and they use a lot of words I am not familiar with. I work with people named Buddy, Stanley, Darren, Darrin, Earl, Gary, Randall, Cowboy and Gomer just to name a few. It is very different to anything I am used to, but I am learning so much, and thats why I am here. There is a lot my dad doesnt know about the production, and there are about 2,746 things that can be done differently to make this company more successful. That, combined with the fact that I have the authority to make the changes, and that the company, regardless of the problems, is doing by far the best they ever have is very exciting. Ok, I am going to try and set up a Gmail account before my artsci dissapears forever.