A few days have passed since I last gave an update on my yard stuff. So, I guess I will put all the wondering minds to rest tonight. The past few weeks all I have really been doing is trying to get my yard leveled out so I can lay sod. To do this, I bought an awesome garden tractor and a box blade attachment. Scratz helped out and drove the tractor around the yard for a few hours and made pretty easy work of the un-level ground. We are still waiting for a sleeve hitch to allow us to do a final grade on the yard, but I dont know if that will be here before the sod it. I ordered it a while ago but haven't been updated by the seller to whether or not it has been shipped. Anyway, today I spent a few hours placing heads on the sprinklers and adjusting the patterns of others. One thing I did find out was that 2 of the wires that were installed to control the automatic valves, had shorted out. It took me a few hours to make a work around so I didn't have to un-bury the cable or some other ghastly thing. Once everything was connected, I did a quick test for the system and everything functioned as it should.
I still need to level out the front yard before the 5th of August because that is when the sod magically appears on my driveway. I know this blog isn't very exciting lately, but if there is not excitement in my life, it is very hard to write about it.
Ok, that is all. Now go read something else more exciting.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The rant....
After a bunch of busy days off, I am back to work. I have already completed all the important tasks that go on at this place, which include counting down the days left to work, looking for alternative places to work, and the obligatory chewing off all my fingernails. I don’t know what it is about going to work, but without fail, I have the deep desire to chew off my nails. I know it is a terrible habit, but I do not chew on them unless I am at work. If for some reason, I take a week off of work, I also take the week off of nail biting. One would think that the nail biting is caused by stress. Well in my case, I don’t see how this is possible. The most stress I have in a typical day at work is whether or not I have enough DVD’s to watch. Sure there are days when I really do have to work, but this is a rare occasion. For the most part, I just sit here and wait for the clock to say it is time to go home.
Now, I shouldn’t complain because I do get paid very well for the “work” that I do, However, I have come to the conclusion that I have died and NOT gone to heaven. Some say Hell is what just a place in your mind where you relieve the bad part of your life over and over again. This causing you to relive the agony over and over, which confines you to an eternity of despair and torcher. That describes my “work-life” completely. I sit here doing the same thing day in and day out, nothing changes. I still get annoyed at the same people for doing the same stupid things every day I work. No matter how many times I ask people to do a task a certain way, the less chance that task will be completed correctly. The sound of the telephone ringing causes solicits visions of me throwing the phone across the room. It is like I am working with a bunch of people who have no common sense or anything that might resemble intelligence at all. No water what I do or what I say, I continue to be stuck here wasting my life away for what? Nothing.
This job has turned into my own private hell, continually sucking me dry of any feeling of achievement. I remember having jobs, where at the end of the day, I could actually look back at what I had done and felt as if I had made a difference in the world and accomplished something. In this job, the most I have to look back on is the number of movies I had successfully watched in the 12 hours I was at work. Or I guess I could count it as an achievement that I didn’t choke someone over their inability to follow simple directions. Either way, if I did go to hell, I think this is exactly what it would be like. The consistent, reoccurring-nothingness that this job has been over the last 7 years is numbing to the soul. No matter what individual actions I take to get me out of this place, I continue to return day after day after day after day. The mind-numbing boredom of the non-stop repetitive-doldrums is enough to make anyone go insane. Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank.
Now, I shouldn’t complain because I do get paid very well for the “work” that I do, However, I have come to the conclusion that I have died and NOT gone to heaven. Some say Hell is what just a place in your mind where you relieve the bad part of your life over and over again. This causing you to relive the agony over and over, which confines you to an eternity of despair and torcher. That describes my “work-life” completely. I sit here doing the same thing day in and day out, nothing changes. I still get annoyed at the same people for doing the same stupid things every day I work. No matter how many times I ask people to do a task a certain way, the less chance that task will be completed correctly. The sound of the telephone ringing causes solicits visions of me throwing the phone across the room. It is like I am working with a bunch of people who have no common sense or anything that might resemble intelligence at all. No water what I do or what I say, I continue to be stuck here wasting my life away for what? Nothing.
This job has turned into my own private hell, continually sucking me dry of any feeling of achievement. I remember having jobs, where at the end of the day, I could actually look back at what I had done and felt as if I had made a difference in the world and accomplished something. In this job, the most I have to look back on is the number of movies I had successfully watched in the 12 hours I was at work. Or I guess I could count it as an achievement that I didn’t choke someone over their inability to follow simple directions. Either way, if I did go to hell, I think this is exactly what it would be like. The consistent, reoccurring-nothingness that this job has been over the last 7 years is numbing to the soul. No matter what individual actions I take to get me out of this place, I continue to return day after day after day after day. The mind-numbing boredom of the non-stop repetitive-doldrums is enough to make anyone go insane. Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank Clickity-clank clickity-clank clickity-clank.
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