repetitious beyond reason
Not that I’m complaining, but my job is still a bit lackluster. My counter would be that I’m enjoying it much more. Meeting the people one step further does, in fact, initiate a stronger feeling of comfort within the workplace. The last few days have been a consolidation of large group effort rather than isolated mowing and trimming. While I’m still noticing ‘protons and negatrons’ to this job, I can consistently remind myself of a common phrase to me, “hey, it’s a job.”
Gas prices are funny. While most of you are paying two or more dollars per gallon, I’m still paying about a $1.60 for my equivalent gallon. Diesel Jettas rule the world. After filling up our mowing tanks today and filling up the F-250, we spent $110 on gas. Woah.
I’ve done my best to disregard next week’s finale, but several events today brought before me the facts of life. Next Friday is my birthday. Throughout my years, at least recent years, this time is always rather somber for me; I don’t like recognition for something as base as a birthday. I find such things avoidable in my case. However, I enjoy celebrating other people’s birthdays and spending extra time with them. I don’t know of any way in which this ’special’ day for me could be better than for it to be totally average and end with me drinking a latté at Starbucks. Perhaps, though, I need one good birthday to change things; or maybe the status quo is indeed the best for me. We shall see.
Tomorrow is Friday and I will rejoice. Friday evening plans would be good too. Let’s hope I can stay awake; these work hours are killing my ability to stay up late. Nine-o-clock seems like midnight to me.
Anyways, enjoy your week-ending. Ima go check my mail.