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Impatient1
Woohoo for feeling better. - Subscribe
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I got my summer job all lined up. I'm going to be working for the Carpenters Union. Construcion all summer, even though some people would be horrified to have a job like that, I'm actually looking forward to it. Yay for manual labor. I've been seriously thinking about a career in the trades for a long time, and this is the perfect opportunity to give one branch of it a try. Woot. School is out in about a week and two days. Looking forward to that because it means that I am for all intents and purposes a Senior. Almost done, then I get to start panicking about college and scholarships. I went to our schools graduation this last Saturday because most of my friends were graduating. I was happy for them and I clapped really loud and yelled every time one of them was called up to take their diploma, but it was awfully depressing as well. That was probably the last time I'm ever going to see a lot of them. I'm sure I'll see Sarah and Tara again, but everyone else; Davey, Michelle, Matt, Racheal, Krystyn, Michael, Lee all of them are gone. Next year is going to be so wierd with it being just the three of us left. We miss them all already. Congratulations to you all, I'm proud of you, but damn will I miss you. On a similar note, still on the subject of graduations, my girlfriend graduates on the 13th and her parents are flying here from California to watch. I have to finally meet her parents. Her step-dad sounds like he's an okay guy when he's not drunk or pissed off, but her mom sounds like a bitch. I'm looking forward to actually seeing what her parents look like, but I'm not looking forward to meeting them and having to make a good impression. She's told me it doesn't matter what they think because she's and indepentent and their opinion doesn't matter because they were crappy parents, but I still want them to at least be able to tolerate me. How am I going to make a good impression? |
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Impatient1
Job 2 8) Jun 9th, 2006 10:10:49 pm - Subscribe
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Yesterday was the orientation for the construction job I've got for the summer. It was fairly entertaining. First I had to give them my shoe size so that they could get work boots for me. Then my dad and I sat around and waited for the presentation to begin. During the presentation they explained what we'd be doing and what we need, what was expected of us, what they hoped to get out of having high school students work for them, and basically comforting the parents and talking about safety. When the presentation was done we went and talked with the contractors we were assigned to, and got all the papers I have to fill out for them. At this point Kenneth (the other student who's working for turner construction) and I got some of our equipment: A hardhat, the bright yellow vest, and safety glasses. We get everything else our first Monday of class. After that was all over with we were free to leave, or we could take a tour of the training center. My dad went and sat in the car while I took the tour. The place looked really cool, he showed us the clean room area, the spot outside where they do their bridge building, the framework area for houses, the millwright area, and the metal working area. I think I really want to try welding. I'm really going to enjoy my job. I've pretty much got all my paperwork out of the way, all I have left to do is go take the drug test and then get everything back to them. I can't wait to start. Woot!! |
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Impatient1
I guess my mom likes to get beaten. Jun 12th, 2006 2:15:03 am - Subscribe
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I finally talked to someone who's been in contact with my mother while she's in jail. She's back with her ex-husband Edd. When they were together things were shit. She was addicted to meth and other things, he would beat her, and let us just say that Edd should not be around kids; he's a shity person and an even worse parent. My mother only has two teeth that are still her own, he knocked most of them out when they were together. Apparently she's been back with him for quite awhile now. I can't stay in touch with her, I just can't. I'm afraid of this man and I hate him. I don't ever us the word and mean it. It's always a joke, or it's tied in with the thought "no I don't, I'm just really mad" but I hate this man. I've hated him for most of my life. I just can't keep in contact with her if she's seeing him. I think it would drive me crazy. Even if my mother was a shity parent, she's still my mother, how can I just write her off, but I want to stay intact. |
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Impatient1
Scent Jun 22nd, 2006 8:21:16 pm - Subscribe
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Today at work I had the weirdest experience, it made me kind of sad and happy at the same time. We had to finish the rest of our OSHA 10 (safety) training today, but when we were done with that we moved on to learning about all the different hand tools. We went down to the shop and got to use chisels, metal cutters, regular hand saws, our hammers, and carpentry saws. I had a blast. When we had about an hour left before our day was over John and Mike had us clean up and head back up into the classroom to watch a movie about the construction of the St.Louis Arc. John put the movie in, and I put my head in my hand to watch; Then it happened. I've known that smell ever since I was little and I hugged my grandfather for the very first time. I always associated that smell with him, because it what he ALWAYS smelled like. It's the smell of work; of wood and metal, sweat and oil, and dirt. Sitting there in my chair before I realized that it was my hands that smelled that way I thought I had lost my mind. Smell is a very interesting sense. People often associate certain smells with some of their memories. My memory of my grandfather will always have that smell with it, and I love that smell because of him. It was just the creepiest feeling ever, and at the same time the most satisfying to realize: My hands smell like my grandfather's hands used to; like work, like pride. |