i should be going to bed at 3, not *waking up* at 3...
Waking up at three ay-em really sucks. I want to be the guy that hangs out at the local dive coffee shop listening to jazz or chatting about some book or movie until the wee hours of the morning. instead i am *waking* pre-dawn, so i can be at work to baby-sit some contractor who as often as not is going to be late anyway.
I gotta admit that i do enjoy knowing that everyone else is asleep. it makes me feel important somehow. manly. like, *I* need to be up right now, cause something wouldn't happen right if I wasn't. It makes me feel good about myself. BUT, after only the second day in a row of this, I was getting home at 4pm and going right to bed. It's just too exhausting. Especially when you have to wear so many hats throughout the day. I'm jumping down in trenches to take a look at where a pipe is crossing under a footing. I'm climbing over walls to watch the excavation for a tank. I'm climbing ladders to take a measurement. I'm sitting on the floor for hours at a time because there is no chair. It's hitting the 11X's in temperature and there is no A/C at my jobsites. I drink a lot. Therefore I pee a lot. Did I mention that there are no bathrooms either?
Last weekend, on Saturday, I think, there was a fatality on a construction site. A man was working in a trench when it collapsed. He was buried up to his chest, but wasn't rescued in time. This happened as part of a different construction project, but at the same mall at which we are doing one of our projects. It's a reminder that our profession *can* be dangerous, and we have to use common sense and follow the rules. If whatever company this was had followed the rules, then that trench would have been shored, and that man would still be here.
Waited all day yesterday at my jobsite and the dick didn't show up. I'm going to take that as a compliment. Obviously he doesn't think that he needs to babysit me, and that's a good thing. There's no doubt in my mind that if this guy didn't have confidence in us, then he'd be riding my ass.
On a more personal note, Irit and I are having fun planning the ways we can meet people and get to know our new 'hood, and enjoy each others' company more once she's here. Planning these "we can do this..." type activities is fun. Admittedly, most of the good ideas are all hers. Dance classes, hiking groups, a lit or philosophy class at the community college, volunteering at the hospital... OKay I think they are ALL her ideas. But I like them all, and the important thing is that we actually do them. :)
Wedding planning has mostly taken a back burner for now. We're waiting for word on whether or not we'll get the venue we want. Irit has an appointment to see it laid out for a wedding this weekend. I've done a tiny little bit of work trying to narrow down the costs a little bit, to get a better idea of the budget. Irit has been really busy preparing for her visa interview which is this coming Monday in Montreal. It's a lot to consider, plan, and deal with all simultaneously. She's a strong one. I love her.
OK I'm falling asleep now. See what I mean? It's only 9:45.
I gotta admit that i do enjoy knowing that everyone else is asleep. it makes me feel important somehow. manly. like, *I* need to be up right now, cause something wouldn't happen right if I wasn't. It makes me feel good about myself. BUT, after only the second day in a row of this, I was getting home at 4pm and going right to bed. It's just too exhausting. Especially when you have to wear so many hats throughout the day. I'm jumping down in trenches to take a look at where a pipe is crossing under a footing. I'm climbing over walls to watch the excavation for a tank. I'm climbing ladders to take a measurement. I'm sitting on the floor for hours at a time because there is no chair. It's hitting the 11X's in temperature and there is no A/C at my jobsites. I drink a lot. Therefore I pee a lot. Did I mention that there are no bathrooms either?
Last weekend, on Saturday, I think, there was a fatality on a construction site. A man was working in a trench when it collapsed. He was buried up to his chest, but wasn't rescued in time. This happened as part of a different construction project, but at the same mall at which we are doing one of our projects. It's a reminder that our profession *can* be dangerous, and we have to use common sense and follow the rules. If whatever company this was had followed the rules, then that trench would have been shored, and that man would still be here.
Waited all day yesterday at my jobsite and the dick didn't show up. I'm going to take that as a compliment. Obviously he doesn't think that he needs to babysit me, and that's a good thing. There's no doubt in my mind that if this guy didn't have confidence in us, then he'd be riding my ass.
On a more personal note, Irit and I are having fun planning the ways we can meet people and get to know our new 'hood, and enjoy each others' company more once she's here. Planning these "we can do this..." type activities is fun. Admittedly, most of the good ideas are all hers. Dance classes, hiking groups, a lit or philosophy class at the community college, volunteering at the hospital... OKay I think they are ALL her ideas. But I like them all, and the important thing is that we actually do them. :)
Wedding planning has mostly taken a back burner for now. We're waiting for word on whether or not we'll get the venue we want. Irit has an appointment to see it laid out for a wedding this weekend. I've done a tiny little bit of work trying to narrow down the costs a little bit, to get a better idea of the budget. Irit has been really busy preparing for her visa interview which is this coming Monday in Montreal. It's a lot to consider, plan, and deal with all simultaneously. She's a strong one. I love her.
OK I'm falling asleep now. See what I mean? It's only 9:45.