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Goodbye, Cruel World.

It's finally here, my last day at this site. I've been here since August 5 of last year, living in camp, away from my family. I've met some interesting people, and learned some practical things, if not about construction, about people and their natures. I've seen the worst people can be; lining up like cattle, living in filth, shunting responsibility for everything.... But not all of my experiences have been bad. I've worked with some good people, hard working and loyal. Everyone I've worked with has given me a sincere impression of lose at my leaving. They will miss me. I'm flattered and proud that they value me, regardless of my sarcasm, my temper and my dry, cruel wit. I've insulted most of them on a daily basis, but most of the time it was given and received with good humour. Some of them I'll likely never see again, but there are a few that want to keep in touch. I'm not good at following up with people, and often loose contact.

So, goodbye Ken, Justin, Arjun, Stephen, Adam, Alex, Dan, Marty, Megan, Lorne, Darwin, Glen and Brett. Goodbye Robin and Ivan. Goodbye Jim, Carol, Gene, Lisa and Bruce. Goodbye Barb.

Now that the sappy part of this is over, I'm done!!!! Sure, I've worked with a good crew, who I've been territorially protective of from assholes who would otherwise make life hell, but I'm stoked to get the hell out. I don't know if the next job will be any better, but being able to have a bath and beer after work, being able to go to the bathroom without getting my socks wet, not having to have the same dry sandwiches everyday for lunch is going to go a long way to ease the tension. And I love starting over.

Diane gave me shit last night. She's cleaning out the two bedrooms upstairs because the guys are coming to install flooring in them sometime shortly. She's been moving books, in particular. She figures I have books that "other people could love", especially since I "don't even read anymore". Also because I had a package from amazon. I think because of the brain vacation I took, along with the fact that I don't really live at home anymore, she believes that I've given up cerebral pursuits. I take this as an indication that I don't talk to her enough, and I should be more forth coming. I will have to work on that. I wonder, if I invite her to read my blog and she does (I've told her about it, and even given her the address, but she doesn't want to intrude) if she'll better understand what I actually do on a day to day basis when I'm not with her. But will it affect my writing, knowing I have a different audience?

posted by September @ 7:10 AM