Alright, it's not the 10,000 characters promised, but who's counting?
Point of interest: I'm working 12-hour nights now. Just how fucked up does one's judgment need to be in order to say to one's boss "yeah, sure, I can do that"? Well, I went to bed last night (?) just after catching a pretty sunrise, and I woke up just now in time for a likely humdrum sunset. No, I didn't get those two backwards, I just slept through daylight. Rather vampiric, no?
After posting this blog, I'll go eat breakfast as my family returns from work. Over a piping hot bowl of oatmeal I'll drown out the fading orange twilight with a 10,000 lumen beacon of white-hot light to replace my daily dose of serotonin-boosting sunlight. Even if you don't know for sure what a lumen is, ten-thousand is a damn impressive number, but no matter. This table-top light box is almost as good as cannabis for perking up a downer of a day, and I would highly recommend it. It's a lot more legal, too, for what that's worth. Just don't stare into it for more than 20 minutes, or you'll end up a manic!
So, as of 2 months ago, and for probably 18 more, my life revolves around a bizarre work schedule. It's almost enough to make me go back to school. Of course, in a few months I can get technical classes, such as Programmable Logic Controllers and other industrial electronics, paid for exclusively by my employers, with a flexible enough work schedule to work around the classes. Free training, industry experience, and a bit of money to boot: not a bad deal. So yes, school will wait just a little longer for me.
Holy crap do I miss high school, which is a helluva thing to say. The actual ritual of being routinely immersed in a pool of thousands of kids my age was less than ideal, but the learning itself was nice. Also, the rifle team was joyous. I really do miss the feel of recoil against my shoulder after lining up what was sure to be a rock solid bull's-eye. I need to buy myself a longarm and a range membership, I really do. And get back into karate, too. The lack of those two disciplines in my life has, I think, been dragging me down for a few years now. In fact, I probably don't miss high school nearly as much as the marksmanship and karate I was doing at the time.
I'll have to think on it, figure out how I can pick up those two passions again without interfering with what I've got going right now. That's one more on the to-do today; I better get crackin'.
Point of interest: I'm working 12-hour nights now. Just how fucked up does one's judgment need to be in order to say to one's boss "yeah, sure, I can do that"? Well, I went to bed last night (?) just after catching a pretty sunrise, and I woke up just now in time for a likely humdrum sunset. No, I didn't get those two backwards, I just slept through daylight. Rather vampiric, no?
After posting this blog, I'll go eat breakfast as my family returns from work. Over a piping hot bowl of oatmeal I'll drown out the fading orange twilight with a 10,000 lumen beacon of white-hot light to replace my daily dose of serotonin-boosting sunlight. Even if you don't know for sure what a lumen is, ten-thousand is a damn impressive number, but no matter. This table-top light box is almost as good as cannabis for perking up a downer of a day, and I would highly recommend it. It's a lot more legal, too, for what that's worth. Just don't stare into it for more than 20 minutes, or you'll end up a manic!
So, as of 2 months ago, and for probably 18 more, my life revolves around a bizarre work schedule. It's almost enough to make me go back to school. Of course, in a few months I can get technical classes, such as Programmable Logic Controllers and other industrial electronics, paid for exclusively by my employers, with a flexible enough work schedule to work around the classes. Free training, industry experience, and a bit of money to boot: not a bad deal. So yes, school will wait just a little longer for me.
Holy crap do I miss high school, which is a helluva thing to say. The actual ritual of being routinely immersed in a pool of thousands of kids my age was less than ideal, but the learning itself was nice. Also, the rifle team was joyous. I really do miss the feel of recoil against my shoulder after lining up what was sure to be a rock solid bull's-eye. I need to buy myself a longarm and a range membership, I really do. And get back into karate, too. The lack of those two disciplines in my life has, I think, been dragging me down for a few years now. In fact, I probably don't miss high school nearly as much as the marksmanship and karate I was doing at the time.
I'll have to think on it, figure out how I can pick up those two passions again without interfering with what I've got going right now. That's one more on the to-do today; I better get crackin'.
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