I Really Should Do Something About This Mess...

It's been some time since I've updated this thing. So much has changed, I really don't know where to begin so I guess I'll start with the new job. I previously worked at a local machine shop, doing odds and ends. Basic labor really. It would have been a job that I, had I put in any hours, would have come home tired and dirty from.

Alas, I'm lazy.

There really wasn't anything to do there except clean. Now, I'm a fan of clean working environments. It was always made sure that bathrooms, work-areas, and some storage areas were tidy 90% of the time. Where my logic told me to rethink my current state is when I would be told to clean up something there that hadn't been touched in 20 years and, with the exception of my hands, would remain so with no problems. I saw this as a waste of my employers money, and my time.


So I looked around and sent out some resumes, to the end result of being hired by a lighting division as Head of "QA and Auditing". This is a nifty churched up title for "Head of Walking Around With A Clipboard and Checking to Make Sure None of Our Pickers Have Messed Up the Order"

No, it doesn't come with a name-tag. Though if it did, I'd prefer the latter title to the former.

Thus far, I really enjoy it. The shift starts a bit early, at 5 am, though I get out at 1:15 pm to an open day that is mine to spend how I see fit. I work with mostly ex-cons and alcoholics, so there is never a shortage of stories to hear or live, and I get a guaranteed full time week which is more than a lot of people in America today can say for themselves.

I'm currently dating a wonderful girl, dubbed Traveler by a fellow blogger. Traveler is just that and has seen more of the world than I think I'll ever get to see and is wise beyond her years. She's smart, sweet, kind, hot, supportive, sexy, beautiful, funny, and a whole slew of other positive adjectives.

In other words; she's pretty keen and she says "cannae" a lot from living in Scotland for 4 years, which I find all sorts of adorable.

With 4th of July just passing, I'm led to wonder how one gets the job of blowing off professional fireworks. I would guess there would be liscensing involved but of what kind and, more importantly, where would I go about getting one. Just watching the displays yesterday made me think. I looked around and saw people of all colors and ages watching as the night lit up in a myriad of colors, smiles on their faces, awe in their eyes. I think we all connected on this most cherished of American holidays, with the same thought running through our heads. Nay, before you jump to any conclusions about it being something so cliche as "I'm proud to be an American!, or God Bless America! I have to say it's something deeper than that, something like....

"Man, I want to blow shit up."

If you were looking for some patriotic nonsense, I guess we could throw in "Screw England!" but really, I'm guessing a majority of young Americans don't even know why this is a holiday anymore.