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Jul. 11th, 2006 06:10 pm...and a bottle of rum. i feel kind of in a singing mood. but a silly, 'wow i'm really tired, i think i'll lay here and sing atrociously, just because' type of mood, too. hmm.
work today was very fun. i finally got to go to the sites!!! i was gonna do that two weeks ago, but then there was this dog... ^/__^ anyway, i finally got to go visit the manor sites today. every time i turn my head i smell smoke in my hair, because jt's the one who took me around the sites, and he smokes like a chimney, no lie. but i got to go to the project meetings for mms and bmes, and then me and jt went to lunch with the casings guys, and then we did a partial punch list for bmes, just the a wing. i got my laptop from my desk and pushed it around on a cart while jt called things out- the punch list, fyi, is when the architect gets to walk around the building during its final stages and write down all the mistakes that the builders made, then (in jt's case) he gets to submit the list and very 'nicely' go tell them to fix it and do it right this time- or else. "the REALLY cool thing is that because i helped, my name is on the punch list records. for forever. i can look back in the records and show people, look, that school, i helped when they were building it. here's my name." jt's name is on it too, of course. (caitlin: jt GUTHRIE; he sadly does not have any relation named paige. actually, he reminds me of wolverine, if wolverine were a gainfully employed cowboy instead of a canadian bar-hopping cage-fighter. also, jt is visibly really old. really, really old.) i was also surprised today at work; it was my second day back from a two-week break. a lot of people in the office (ie, everyone), when they first saw me, asked how i was feeling, and looked at my scars, and said they were glad i was back. this frankly amazes me. i barely know anyone's name in the office, but they all know me and heard about the accident and were sympathetic. i feel... really flattered.
tkd tonight. i am exhausted. actually, i forgot to ask dr gadaria if i could do tae kwon do, but he's released me from all my other restrictions, so i'm assuming it's okay. unless master jung sends me home. hmm... i'd better bring a book along then, just in case.
well, i sadly have oodles of stuff that need to be done still tonight. i find new respect for my mom, as i realize that a full-time job does not mean that you get to relax when you get home. you're just putting down the work you get paid for and tackling the work you have to do regardless. *whines* i wanna read.... ah, well.
work today was very fun. i finally got to go to the sites!!! i was gonna do that two weeks ago, but then there was this dog... ^/__^ anyway, i finally got to go visit the manor sites today. every time i turn my head i smell smoke in my hair, because jt's the one who took me around the sites, and he smokes like a chimney, no lie. but i got to go to the project meetings for mms and bmes, and then me and jt went to lunch with the casings guys, and then we did a partial punch list for bmes, just the a wing. i got my laptop from my desk and pushed it around on a cart while jt called things out- the punch list, fyi, is when the architect gets to walk around the building during its final stages and write down all the mistakes that the builders made, then (in jt's case) he gets to submit the list and very 'nicely' go tell them to fix it and do it right this time- or else. "the REALLY cool thing is that because i helped, my name is on the punch list records. for forever. i can look back in the records and show people, look, that school, i helped when they were building it. here's my name." jt's name is on it too, of course. (caitlin: jt GUTHRIE; he sadly does not have any relation named paige. actually, he reminds me of wolverine, if wolverine were a gainfully employed cowboy instead of a canadian bar-hopping cage-fighter. also, jt is visibly really old. really, really old.) i was also surprised today at work; it was my second day back from a two-week break. a lot of people in the office (ie, everyone), when they first saw me, asked how i was feeling, and looked at my scars, and said they were glad i was back. this frankly amazes me. i barely know anyone's name in the office, but they all know me and heard about the accident and were sympathetic. i feel... really flattered.
tkd tonight. i am exhausted. actually, i forgot to ask dr gadaria if i could do tae kwon do, but he's released me from all my other restrictions, so i'm assuming it's okay. unless master jung sends me home. hmm... i'd better bring a book along then, just in case.
well, i sadly have oodles of stuff that need to be done still tonight. i find new respect for my mom, as i realize that a full-time job does not mean that you get to relax when you get home. you're just putting down the work you get paid for and tackling the work you have to do regardless. *whines* i wanna read.... ah, well.
