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Apr. 12th, 2005 06:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzAre we really all so narcissistic that we post so many pointless things in LJ? Does it mean we are needy? I rather like reading some of the important revelations and pointless observations. I like shuns.
I am still giggling that I was paid to drive to Timberville and back. That was fucking fun. I can tell that I'm actually kind of happy - usually a long drive is where I work out issues, think through decisions - I only got over my fiance after a 3 hour drive somehow settled my brain. This time...I learned nothing. I had no pressing issues, no decisions, no pain, no reflections, no reliving past events...just enjoyed the drive and tried to stare at baby cows and decrepit barns w/o driving off the road. I didn't even listen to music most of the time. Somehow I have become centered.
Blue eye-shadow is still all the rage in the country. I was sitting in the slaughter house (no cool dead animal scary machine stories this time, strictly office stuff visit) when I went from noticing that the women were wearing really obvious blue eye-shadow to the fact that they were all relatively dolled-up. Most of the workers in the plant were Hispanic, and frankly I saw some real hotties wandering around. Imagine that your chicken was sliced and diced by hot Hispanic women. I saw a couple couples wandering into the plant, wondered about life there. I saw people coming over from the trailer-park next door for the evening shift, and tried to imagine life like that. I wondered if I'd enjoy it. I was reminded by the guy I interviewed that working in the plant HURTS. I need to keep that in mind - this guy was in good shape and worked for us for almost 30 years, and was happy not to be on the line for any reason because to stand bent over all day jamming your fingers in cold meat hurts.
You jackasses sit back for a minute and consider yourselves fortunate, if you can. I laughed at how I was paid $40/hr to drive down the road plus mileage when I get like 40 mpg and my car is paid for. Then I talk to a guy who makes $30-40k and works a job that causes him physical pain. I bitch that my stocks are doing poorly...I have stocks! I try to not-eat food that I have easy access to. I spend time exhausting my body to make it even better, because my life places no physical demands on me. I look around today and I just feel so blessed with all I have. I'm one lucky fucker, hard-work aside.
I am still giggling that I was paid to drive to Timberville and back. That was fucking fun. I can tell that I'm actually kind of happy - usually a long drive is where I work out issues, think through decisions - I only got over my fiance after a 3 hour drive somehow settled my brain. This time...I learned nothing. I had no pressing issues, no decisions, no pain, no reflections, no reliving past events...just enjoyed the drive and tried to stare at baby cows and decrepit barns w/o driving off the road. I didn't even listen to music most of the time. Somehow I have become centered.
Blue eye-shadow is still all the rage in the country. I was sitting in the slaughter house (no cool dead animal scary machine stories this time, strictly office stuff visit) when I went from noticing that the women were wearing really obvious blue eye-shadow to the fact that they were all relatively dolled-up. Most of the workers in the plant were Hispanic, and frankly I saw some real hotties wandering around. Imagine that your chicken was sliced and diced by hot Hispanic women. I saw a couple couples wandering into the plant, wondered about life there. I saw people coming over from the trailer-park next door for the evening shift, and tried to imagine life like that. I wondered if I'd enjoy it. I was reminded by the guy I interviewed that working in the plant HURTS. I need to keep that in mind - this guy was in good shape and worked for us for almost 30 years, and was happy not to be on the line for any reason because to stand bent over all day jamming your fingers in cold meat hurts.
You jackasses sit back for a minute and consider yourselves fortunate, if you can. I laughed at how I was paid $40/hr to drive down the road plus mileage when I get like 40 mpg and my car is paid for. Then I talk to a guy who makes $30-40k and works a job that causes him physical pain. I bitch that my stocks are doing poorly...I have stocks! I try to not-eat food that I have easy access to. I spend time exhausting my body to make it even better, because my life places no physical demands on me. I look around today and I just feel so blessed with all I have. I'm one lucky fucker, hard-work aside.
