Work today was fine. It was the same as always. Scaffold hard for the first half of the day or so, take a fairly long break, then do a little more before the end of the day. It's a good routine. It keeps me from getting too lazy, but it keeps me from getting painfully, painfully, exhausted.

However, now that I'm a week into month two, I'm realizing ( Read more... )

Well...I did. I just did it alone. For the majority of the meal at least. Why you ask? Because the Canucks are playing tonight. Obviously.

You see, for all that my dad loves me, I'm not his sports daughter. That's Hannah. Because, in Res. this last year, all she watched was TSN so she's learned quite a few sports terms and she's become quite the ( Read more... )

Not from Ana though. No no. Now it's at the mill. And it's not the stuff that I used to laugh at last year, that I used to write off as Doug and the others just being intentionally rude to get a rise out of myself and the other girls. No. This is full-out, offensive, borderline harassment, sexism. And though I don't like pointing fingers, all of ( Read more... )

It's bullshit. Total and unadulterated bullshit. And I'm sick and tired of dealing with it all of the time. Isn't 'home' supposed to be the place you go to hide from the pain the world causes you? Isn't home supposed to be the one guaranteed safe place in your life? Isn't home supposed to be...well...home?

Apparently not. At least not for me. For me ( Read more... )

This will not be long ( Read more... )

First of all, I watched The Road to El Dorado two days in a row now, so the journal title is totally my ripping off Tulio's: "Apparently, 'El Dorado' is native for, 'Great. Big. Rock!'" Just an FYI for anyone who cares.

Now! On to my actual work day. As you can probably guess, I was on tank watch duty. All day. So at ten after seven, I went out to ( Read more... )

You'd think this would have something to do with home. It doesn't. It's actually a bitter issue I have with my "coworkers". And that's more than a generous term for some of those ridiculously stupid young pieces of shit wastes of skin. Can you tell I'm more than a little fed up with them?

( God I hate young people... )

As you can no doubt guess, I'm tired. So very tired. So you'll forgive me if this isn't very long. There isn't much to report on, save for what I spent my whole day doing.

If you'll recall, myself and three others were in charge of cleaning out behind the old pulp dryer. Today, two more were added to our group -- the two boys on our team -- and ( Read more... )

So...work was good. Work was better than usual. Yes I'm tired. Yes I'm sore. But work was good. No complaints about work. Work always makes you tired and sore if you're doing it right. But home...Oh home...

To bring you all up to speed, there's been some rather...insistent pushing from a certain someone (I'm sure you all know who by now) for Hannah ( Read more... )

...Ana? Wait. What? Not someone from the mill? Not Doug or Dan? Not one of the young girls I'm working with? Ana? Well...that's a surprise.

Let me recap (as this happened late yesterday and I'm choosing to post it now): Ana had stepped out. My sister and I, as always, were on dish duty. Hannah was chatting with dad, so by the time she came to dry ( Read more... )