It's Sunday, about 8am. What the hell am I doing up this early? Well, it's "practice" for tomorrow- the big day. The first day of the rest of my working life. I seriously intend to retire from the county, just as my parents did in NY. I want the great health benefits, the weekends and holidays off and the retirement plan that goes with it. Mostly, I want a job I can feel satisfied with and be able to help people. I also would like to make some real friends, not just work acquaintances. I have to go the the office that I did all the pre-job stuff at tomorrow, I'm going to leave really early so that I don't have to worry about any unforseen commuting problems. I don't know how long I have to train there, I can't wait to work just 3 miles from home. I have to go thru my clothes too, want to look nice and make a good impression. I got my hair trimmed yesterday, layers again on the sides and a drop shorter in the back. I think the dogs will miss be being around as much as I was for the past few months, it's a long day when B and I are both working.
The f'g paver people piss me off! The supervisor guy called on Thurs and said they would be there on Fri- I wasn' too surprised when they didn't show. Assholes, they are from here, don't they know it rains every f'g day in the summer? This puts them behind schedule, no shit. At this rate, we'll be lucky if they do anything by Nov! The salesman dropped off a copy of the so-called contract, it was the paper I signed when we picked out the bricks and I gave him the credit card #. I told the office secretary how he had called and said their machine wasn't working and could I give him a check. Of course he quickly volunteered to pick it up at the house the next day. The contract paper is different than the one he gave me that day, if I have to sure these jerks that may work in my favor. I was more concerned about getting additional charges, these guys don't communicate with each other and I don't exactly trust them.
I have some broken down cardboard boxes in this room, Logan and Rudy keep beating the crap out of each other around them. Logan got locked in here again last night, I feel like we need to do a headcount before we go to bed each night.
B worked yesterday, then on the car, then we decided to go to the beach for an early dinner. It was the lowest tide we had ever seen there, the people were walking out almost as far as the little shop on the pier. We usually do the greek thing, but we decided to go to the pier restaurant where I had gone w/cousin C when she visited a few years ago. The 3 of us had gone there as well, I remember B not being impressed. It was better than we had expected, but I don't think we'll go back for awhile. We got home and started to watch Kiss kiss, Bang bang- about 5 minutes into it the power went out. How annoying, and it wasn't even raining. We got so much rain the past couple of days that the front and driveway look like a lake. Well, it was out for about and hour and a half, we lit a candle and hung out in the bedroom hoping that it wouldn't be all night. It was so humid out, and starting to get stuffy and warm when the power came back on- yay.
Since I'm up and semi-awake, I may go get some bagels for breakfast. B says it's his day to sleep, I hope the dogs cooperate and don't wake him up. I'm going to be so tired tomorrow- I haven't had anything besides ice tea with caffeine in it, I don't want to start that crap again. I think the diet soda from Sam in the mall took a few years off my life, no thanks.
I clicked on "next blog" at the top of this page the other day, and read about a teenage girl in Canada, she has alot of rage- especially toward guys. I felt like I was reading my high school journal almost, I left a comment for her. Her boyfriend commented on my blog, said a profound thing about parents and grieving, smart for a young guy. If they only knew how much things would change in the next few years....oh the plans we thought would happen. I truly wish them luck and would tell them to live in the moment, the future could be anything. As for futures, mine starts tomorrow.