On shift. Can you believe it? When will it ever end? It’s all good. Never you mind. I was on dayshift for a while. 4 -10’s. Monday through Thursday. Isn’t that the perfect schedule? Sweet. That’s why you haven’t heard from me in a long while. They keep me busy on dayshift, no time to play around. And of course my duties at home are forever compounding.
We lost 3 techs (maybe more?). One moved into another department, another went to a different company, and the third became a supervisor. So I’m moving up in the seniority list, have a couple new people under me now. However, I’ll be on swing shift for a long while. I’m looking at the positive side. I’ll get more “me” time when I work nights. That means more writing! Yeah!
But it’s very possible that I may be slotted for a project. This would allow me to works days for a short duration. That’s going to be exciting! They are cleaning up the Spent Fuel Pool. Boy, does it need it! I saw the camera underwater while they were initially setting up and everything looked like the Titanic underwater. All covered with dirty slime.
I like it when the Reactor Maintenance contractors come back. It makes me nostalgic for the road. It kind of brings me back to life. After drowning month after month with the same old routine here at work, these guys are pretty exciting. It’s a two-edged sword. They tend to be cowboys when it comes to getting the job done and they sometimes don’t want to follow the rules. They can do no wrong and of course can get away with it. But I like the work!
I do love my job. I like the people I work with. I have an identity here. I’m not Mama or Honey. You know?
I get so fed up sometimes with my Hubby. It’s still the same ol’ deal. Whenever I work nights or weekends the house is a total wreck. It literally beats me down. I’m a mess inside over it. But I clean up and don’t say a word. I did speak up a long time ago, but it’s just wasted words. Things never change.
When I do go out with my one and only friend out here, which I hardly ever go out and we never go to the bars. I mostly go to the movies by myself just to get out of the house sometimes. But when I want to see my girlfriend for an evening my husband asks me to not make it a late night only a couple of hours. Come on! Do I need a curfew? Am I that bound?
I do come home fairly decent sometimes, most of the time I call my husband and say I’m going to be a couple hours more. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have to do that. I should be allowed some freedom. Anyways, I’ll come home and wouldn’t you know it there are open dirty diapers on the kid’s floor. And I mean several as if he was accumulating them all day. He never does it any other time when I’m home. He throws them away properly then. How childish can he be? He knows that it really really makes me mad. I don’t say a word but pick them up and spray the room with disinfectant. WTF!!!!!!!!
Only when I go out with my friend. That’s it.
One of these days, I’ll stop myself from picking it up and I’ll leave it there for the dog to chew up and shred to pieces. One of these days…..POW to the moon!!!
But I love my husband! I don’t want anything bad to happen to us. I need to work on US! I found my answer. Yesterday I was confiding in someone and this person told me how I ooze sexuality. He said that it comes out of my skin and from everywhere! WOW! That was ……………………….what can I say?
Well, it made me think. And I have my answer to everything! It is my gift and I’m going to use it as a tool. Not as a weapon. Normally, you would think that people would say that God is the answer and I should go to Him first. Well that’s true, but a little sex doesn’t hurt right? So since our sex life is pretty much non existent I am going to change that. I am going to instigate and pursue this more often. I’m going to get a handle on this and rise up and shout I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR! Haha,