Once More With Feeling

Last year, I typed a post while I was at work at 1:15 am waiting for painters to finish their after-hours spotwork at my worksite. I find myself here again in the same situation, tempered a bit by the fact that I have a routine late-night shift each week, albeit one that ends typically at midnight. It's 1:30 now and the painters think they'll be here until 4:30.

So last year's outrage is gone, I knew about this paint job all along, hell, I booked it myself. I'm bored as hell, but I'm laughing inside because every so often one of the painters huffs and puffs and groans like he's in a bad porno and it's damn funny. Okay, it's 1:30 am funny, but after all, it's 1:30 am.

Last year, however much I hated the shifting schedule I live with in this gig, I felt inclined to stick with it since that was what I had. This year, though, I've got wheels in motion to change the gig to something more in tune with what I do best, or at least what I do that's a marketable skill thus far. Since I have a friend that was dooced out of his job last year, I'm reluctant to give details, but I'm 90% sure my days of getting home at 5 am are drawing to a close.