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[Aug. 9th, 2007|12:02 pm] |
I dreamt last night that I headed back down to the Ice. Aside from flipping out because I didn't bring anything, I was alarmed at the lukewarm reception I received from all the winterovers. Screw you guys!
Hearing from the folks headed back makes me wish I was headed back, I won't lie. I want to relive the experience, but at the same time just don't want to derail every part of my life again. Not to mention school.
Summer semester just wrapped up. At one point I was excited to take my core courses, but that point is LONG gone. English comp. tainted everything, what a horrific course. As I write I am waiting to see whether or not my 89.2% will become an A once the final's score is entered. This needs to happen, I want my 4.0.
It's back to Red Rocks at the end of the month, which I cannot wait for. I'm registered for the same amount of credits, only I'll be on campus once a week as opposed to four days a week; big difference.
That's all I've got. Let the balancing act between work, school, and the social life continue. Bring it!
Song - Rage's "Settle for Nothing"
Movie - Black Snake Moan |
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[Jun. 12th, 2007|12:58 am] |
Well it has been 6 weeks apparently since the last entry, at least per livejournal.
I've spent the last few minutes trying to figure out what has happened in the last 6 weeks. Work. And nothing else that was significant, except for today I suppose.
School actually began today, which has been way overdue. I've been working non-stop up until now, and it's been wearing me thin. Driving me up a wall is probably more appropriate.
I registered for 4 courses. 2 of them occured today, US history and English Comp. The others begin tomorrow. I've been waiting for several months to get back into school, and now that it is here, I'm not really that excited. It must be like Christmas when you are younger. Super excitement which begins as soon as Halloween ends, which for me always resulted in overload by the time it actually arrived. It's all good though, I suppose I'll like this more once I get settled into the schedule.
My plate is fairly full, to my continued dismay. Setting aside prepping to go down to the Ice, it probably hasn't been busier for me in the last 5 years. All of a sudden, I can't find time for the small stuff, things that used to be in check on the regular. Getting to the gym more than 3 times a week has been difficult, which is pretty annoying.
Being this busy makes life frustrating right now. I still feel overwhelmed sometimes, and I've developed this tendency to get pissed off more and more often. It isn't a huge deal or anything, but it makes me feel like I am taking certain people and things for granted. Hopefully school will lift my spirits.
I'm just venting, it isn't really that bad. I do realize that I occasionally wish I was back on the Ice. It's all up and down, which is apparently just the way it is.
No worries. No significant ones anyway. Except for the lack of A/C in my car. I am VERY fucking sick of no A/C. Not a big fan of being hot. Nor am I a fan of Colorado's summer sun. Blow it out of your ass CO sun, you don't impress me. Mihr. Goo.
Goodnight!
Movie - Mystic River
Song - Rebel Yell |
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| It Ain't a Night Out Unless You Hear "Pour Some Sugar on Me" |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|11:05 am] |
The ball is beginning to roll, this is good...
The decision has been made not to go back to the Ice. Officially. I didn't expect the Capt. to ask so early, but I suppose that makes sense. If nothing's going on at this point next year, I'll def look at returning. Need to finish the degree though.
Speaking of which, I'm actually headed to ACC today to figure that out, which I'm excited about. Looks like it'll take 4 more semesters to finish it. I could overload myself and do it in 3, but I'm not going to entertain that concept at all. I don't understand why people do that to themselves; I see way too many people who are simultaneously flipping out and watching their grades suffer as a result. This isn't for me. However, things are about to get interesting, as I will being gen ed classes for the first time this semester. I'm about to find out how much I really want this, lol.
In other news, the jerb is going real well. The company which employs me is contracted by the Hyatt to provide valet. This company has been contracted to do it since March of this year. That pretty much makes everybody new, not just me. Turns out I've worked valet longer than all of them. My boss told me this and then offered me a promotion. This all occured on my 2nd shift there. I made sure he knew that I still intended to drop down to part-time once school rolls around, and then I accepted it. Pretty psyched about it, can't say I've ever been a supervisor before. I won't harp about it, but I guess it's all about timing though.
Besides all of this, I've been dealing with all of my possessions, which have been breaking lately. Namely, the car and the laptop. Dealing with it all makes me realize how much I desire a simple life. I feel like life is too short to be stressed out over dumb shit such as broken possessions. And you know what? I am right.
That's all I've got for now. I believe the only people who read this, if any, are the folks from MacTown. I miss ya'll!
Song - Hip Hop is Dead, Movie - Blood Diamond. |
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| 4 weeks my ass... |
[Apr. 6th, 2007|11:05 am] |
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This "process" will take longer than 4 weeks.
Update time!
I managed to find a jerb at the Grand Hyatt, and it took all of 2 days to land it. That worked out well, seeing as I can't stand looking for jobs. I am ready for whatever sort of structure a job will provide.
I am VERY excited to get back into school. Won't be able to make that happen until June though. I need to feel productive again. It is ridiculous how much better I feel about life when I'm in school. Can't wait for that.
I haven't been doing much of anything since I've been back. Been spending all kinds of time with Nicole, which has been a life-saver. I would've lost it had she not been around. Other than going to the gym and going out occasionally, the day-to-day consists of waiting for her to get off of work so we can see each other. Needless to say, I am ready to fill my plate. And when I say that, I actually mean keep myself so busy that I don't have time to wonder what I'm doing.
Strange transitional (word?) period in my life, for sure. Makes me wanna go back to the Ice. I don't think I'm gonna do that though. I don't have a desire to uproot every part of my life again, at least not right now. Waiting for the dust to settle has been a pain in the ass. Realistically, I would probably consider going back if it weren't for two things - school, and Nicole. Right or wrong, it's just how I feel about it. Won't waste any time being upset or concerned about why I don't want to.
That's all I've got for now. What an exhausting entry, sorry!
Song - Seein' Red (Unwritten Law), movie - Resevoir Dogs |
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| Home. |
[Mar. 18th, 2007|10:15 pm] |
Yes, I made it. I am in my old room, in Denver.
Here is the update - Spent the remainder of the vacation sitting on the beach and diving. The diving was awesome, although it did take a little getting used to. Bondi was awesome. Even though I was all kinds of ready to leave, I missed it the second I saw the California.
New Zealand and Australia have robbed the States of whatever luster it had. What are we doing wrong? I can't answer that, but my guess would be that we are too materialistic. This country, my country, feels entirely too business-oriented and depressed now. Nevermind, give me 4 weeks and I'll fit right back in.
I got back to Seattle on the 12th. Stayed until the 16th. It's hard leaving the folks to themselves up there, as usual. I drove 700 miles on the 16th, made it from Seattle to Belgrade, MT. That was the scenic part of the trip. Today, another 710 from Belgrade to Denver. I am FRIED. Driving by myself was pretty lame, just like on the way out. With only my ipod, a bag of jerky and a can of pringles to keep me company, I resorted to singing all damn day. I'm sure that was a direct result of me drinking a doubleshot of espresso every 150 miles. What can I say?
Anyway, I am home now. It feels good, but it doesn't. I associate my life pre-ice with this place (for obvious reasons), and I am not welcoming the grind back into my life. Life has been ridiculously simple for me since October 19th. Now, what was entirely manageable back then is now overwhelming. This is me, readjusting to life in the States. It's a process. F'n A though, all of my possessions are boxed or packed up, and I have a new neighbor in my basement. I haven't met him yet. All I see is a messy bathroom, and a parrot who has established himself in the only narrow part of the whole basement. I need to go to bed.
Maybe this will make more sense tomorrow.
Here is a comforting fact about today though - I had chipotle for dinner. Been jonesin' since `06. Boy, it sure was good.
Movie - the Departed. Song - Amazing (Aerosmith). Heard the song as I-25 put me in a direct line-of-sight with all that is Denver. Good stuff.
And alas, a picture of me. Because you have to be able to laugh at yourself...
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| Straight from an internet cafe in Bondi! |
[Mar. 7th, 2007|08:13 pm] |
Ahh yes, I am writing from Bondi beach, just outside of Sydney. I am on the last leg of my vacation, and I am exhausted.
I've been off of the ice now for 11 days. It has been an insane 11 days, to say the least. Spent way too much time inebriated. Bungee jumped twice, street luged, took a helicopter ride, and now I am lying on the beach.
I've found Sydney to be entirely overwhelming for me, thusfar. Our shuttle driver out of the airport decided to take us to a hostel which was actually 8 city blocks away from our place. Picture 6 of us lugging a bunch of bags through Chinatown on a muggy day, fresh off of a 3 hour flight. The great part is that upon our arrival, our booked hostel is horribly hot, and decrepit. It's too bad that we all had to pay around a $150 to figure that out. Everyone refused to stay, even 1 night. I found myself at an expensive Holiday Inn several hours later, after much frustration. Chock it up to international travel I suppose.
We wound up getting out of the city. Thankfully, Metzger ran into a Lieutenant with NSW Fire Brigade (or Sydney FD). He was nice enough to phone the gents at NSW's Station 1 and arranged a tour and even some open beds. They were prepared to house us. They didn't even know who we were, but they knew that we are firefighters. They welcomed us with arms wide open, and I can't tell you how refreshing that was. We were also invited over the following night for dinner. I showed them some pictures from the Ice and we traded T-shirts and patches. It's great that all around the world, I am connected to a network of brothers and sisters like this. Don't know how else to describe it. I am truly grateful though.
One last thing to do on the list before I leave - diving. This whole vacation has been great, but I have been away from home for too much time. I feel like I'm not appreciating this beautiful place as much as I should be, on account of how long I've been gone. This whole experience has been a blast however, and I'll never forget it. I'll probably never go to nicer places, unless I go back to the Ice. Queenstown was the BEST. Highly recommend it.
Having said all of that, I am ready for home! I miss all of my friends, and I miss my sweetheart. I'm ready for it. 5 days.
Probably won't update again till I'm back in the States, so until then, wish me safe travels!
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| One Last Hurrah. |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|09:31 pm] |
Today is my last day as a member of the AFD. Unless I decide to return, of course.
Song is Beverly Hills by Weezer, movie is TBD.
Nothing of importance has occured on this particular day. I feel fine with the way everything is progressing, and find that I am indeed ready to move on with things. There's nothing bad or negative about it at all.
Coming down here has invigorated my feelings about the fire service. Was talking to the Missus earlier and realized this. It's so different when you're in school only studying and thinking about it. I remember how overwhelming and intimidating it felt at first.
Now, I'm able to say that I have been a member of a department. It encourages me; it allows me to see myself doing this for the rest of my life. It might take awhile to find a career job, and it will more than likely be rightfully difficult.
The point is that I feel good about what lies ahead. Whether its other contract gigs, coming back here, working as a poor EMT, becoming a volunteer or reserve, it doesn't matter. I'll finish my degree, and love every step of it along the way. Any option will keep me in the loop, and I'll never stop learning. This is quite the tangent, but my first step into this field is almost complete and this is a time for reflection. Needless to say I am excited and ready for what lies ahead!
Goodnight to the one person who probably read this. I miss you!
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| She's not gonna let me outta here without a fight. |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|12:15 am] |
She as in McMurdo Station.
The day was screwed for several reasons. This entry won't be a bitch-session though, so it'll be quick.
- It is Monday
- There are only 4 people on duty at 1
- Had 3 Nalgene's worth of hooey* and 4 hours of sleep the night before
Monday means we'll be cleaning all of the engines and tanker all day. It usually takes several hours when you have closer to 10 people working on it, instead of 4.
I know, in normal circumstances, this would/should be a regular day of work. This workload, however, doesn't jive with the mentality around here.
Don't believe I have written since people began to leave town for the season. Summer has ended, the winter crews have arrived, and the hours which coincide with nighttime back in the States are actually beginning to look darkish. On the 16th we said goodbye to 10 members of our department. All of the people here who really didn't like this place have left. It is bittersweet and almost a little sad to see them leave. These people live all over the country, and I am sure that I won't see some of them again.
More will leave tomorrow. It is definitely odd. You spend so much time with all of these people, and then, just like that, they are gone.
I don't realize yet that I am leaving in 4 days. I tell myself repeatedly throughout the day that I will be in New Zealand, but I just can't seem to comprehend it. Doubt I'll realize that my time on this desolate place is over until I step onto that C-17. I'll miss this place immensely, I know it.
I could actually be staying until October, had I desired. The folks at Raytheon just offered another Winter position to the department, but it was entirely too late in the game. No one accepted it.
I wanted to stay for the winter so bad when I first arrived here. Things are different now, and it didn't help that they offered literally 7 days before the last flight. Everyone has already shipped everything back home. Everyone has already made travel plans. Everyone's families and friends are basically expecting them.
I took my name out of the hat a while ago. The moment I began making vacation arrangements, I knew I'd be leaving here in February. It makes me laugh though, I wanted to stay a whole lot. Funny how things work out I suppose.
Anyway, only 1 more shift as a member of the AFD. I've learned so much here, and I am grateful for the experience this place has afforded me. Coming here should have been another one of those things that you think of or speak of doing, but never quite accomplish. The fact that it worked out, and worked out well, is VERY refreshing.
I am done for the night. Soon I'll be lying in a field of grass.
The movie is Wicker Park, which wasn't very good. Song is "Can't Keep Running Away" by the Pharcyde.
Look! It's twilight-ish! The photo was staged FYI, I am told that I demanded a picture of "me hatin' this".
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[Feb. 15th, 2007|09:04 pm] |
Spent several minutes while myspace-whoring trying to decide on a creative, yet quirky subject title for this entry.
Quick rundown on the day, on duty at the deuce. 3 hard-stands, 1/2 an hour shoving a halligan spike into ice, 2 interrupted naps and several movies.
The ice-spiking was an actual call, and everyone was rather surprised to hear "station 2, station 2, standby for tones". I've only heard it once before this season. Maybe it's the big one! Negative. Leaking glycol coolant out of a shuttle. Instead of the big one, it is the worst one.
She feels bad because her phone calls woke me up. It doesn't matter and I tell her repeatedly that I don't mind, but her sincerity is sweet. Her phone calls are a shot of life into normal days for me, and I'll take that shot any day over this ridiculous amount of time I spend sleeping. I'm so very ready to come home and see her.
The brass has put a spreadsheet up on the network for us to fill in with contact info, and whether or not we are interested in returning next season. As ready as I am to come home, I look forward to returning next season (assuming nothing real pans out back home). Here is to hoping that some of my buds down here want to come back too. It seems like my happiness here is heavily dependent upon the people I spend my time with. Lucked out big this season. I can't even imagine being on the other shift on my dept. They seem to be falling apart, always bickering or complaining or talking shit about one thing or another. Doubt I'd like this place nearly as much if I were surrounded by people who didn't get along as much as they don't. I feel fortunate.
9 days. SO soon. EVERYTHING is about to change big-time. I'm not ready at all, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Looking for the biggest shock possible.
No song, the movie should be Blazing Saddles, but I stopped watching it because it seemed dumb (I'm told it's a classic and therefore feel inclined to dislike it).
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| 4 outta 5 ain't baaaad. |
[Feb. 11th, 2007|10:27 pm] |
Generally...normally...almost...most...
These are words which describe me, or at least my actions. Probably reading too much into it, but gee, I don't like those words. Not exactly flattering. Soooo, I go through again determined to find something more palatable. Found 2! "Exceeds" and "Immediately".
The song is Karma Police (Radiohead). Movie - Running with Scissors.
Ever take those tests which require your own evaluation of something? Professor/instructor evals are the most apparent example I can think of. Statements are made in reference to the person or thing, and you usually get 4 responses.
__ Strongly agree
__ Agree
__ Disagree
__ Strongly disagree
There needs to be many more responses available. Perhaps an "other" is appropriate. You could put words in it like "indifferent".
Enough of that though. Last night was fun, we went to an impromptu dance party. With several hooeys under my belt I was ready to dance. I enter the two-story building, find an empty twister game on the floor, and proceed towards the music, which is upstairs. Much to my dismay, I head in and discover that it's a costume dance party. Sick! I am set to go upon finding boxes filled with apparel which I have no business wearing. I fetch a hat, looks like a hat that a gardener would wear, complete with pink sash wrapped around it. To complete the look, I find a one-piece black dress. Everyone had a good time, at the expense of our own dignity. Nevermind all that jazz though, this is the mentality down here, at least for me. None of it matters!
I only have 3 more shifts left. Bittersweet. I like this place, and it has invigorated my enthusiasm for my chosen line of work. I think alot of it is getting myself back in the loop. By coming down here, I've surrounded myself with people in the fire service from all over the country. We've trained, and gone through all of the motions of a regular job as a firefighter. I am thankful for all of the aforementioned. I know I'll miss this place.
Taber had a wardrobe malfunction last night by the way. Random funny thought.
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| The Blue Screen |
[Feb. 10th, 2007|12:55 am] |
It's a metaphor for something creative and philosophical. But I'm too tired to entertain the thought of it anymore than I already have. It's exhausting. In other words, I'm sitting in a dark room illuminated only by the blue screen of the TV, and it's making me feel poetic. Yeah.
It's 1 AM and I have not had a nap today, so I should by all means be quite cranky. Feeling nice and relaxed and semi-sedated almost, if any of that adds up. I sleep so much down here it is ridiculous, albeit in the absolute best way possible. It's gonna be a rough transition when I get back. Down here I decide that I am hungry and I can be eating within 5 minutes, every time. I can pretty much sleep down here whenever I want, this includes time spent at work. Life's gonna suck for a minute when I can no longer do that, undoubtedly.
Spent some time talking with Grego and Trigger about contract gigs. Kind of tossing around going overseas again in the future. Iraq/Kosovo/Djibouti are all possibilities once the qualifications are in line. I've been called crazy or stupid for desiring something such as this, but I'm actually quite fond of the concept. The money is ALL kinds of right, I'm young and not committed to anything or anyone but myself. Food for thought right now, because it seems so surreal. However, I specifically remember hearing about Antarctica and thinking about it in the exact same regard. I can make it happen if I want to. Comforting thought.
I am spent. Outta here sooner then I realize though. Until then!
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| Legs hurt. Stupid alcohol... |
[Feb. 7th, 2007|10:22 pm] |
Ahh, Wednesday night at the deuce. The all-star team is in the cool half of the trailer watching Gladiator, discussing how Greg has changed. He has spent too much time with us ruffians, and is losing his innocent demeanor.
It has been a rough day, all in all. Entirely my own fault. During our drunken escapades last night, we convinced the marine gents to engage in some body-hardening exercises with us. This entails 2 separate "activities", the first is simply trading 1-2 punches to the abdominals, for 1 minute. It certainly doesn't feel good today and they are bruised, but it really isn't anything compared to the second exercise. During this activity, I find myself laying with my back on the ground, knees bent and feet flat on the ground, like a crunch position with the legs spread more apart. The other person kneels between the legs and alternates throwing their elbows into the inside of your quadriceps. This goes down as one of the best spectator sports in all of history, but certainly isn't agreeable when you're on the receiving end. I am roused from my slumber several minutes early this morning because of my new roommates' alarm clock, and as I stand up in order to decide what to do to it, it hits me. Feels like my femur is rotating in two places going opposite directions, and pulling it tighter by the moment. I bend my knee, and it dissipates, thank GOD. First thought - why did I do this? Needless to say, the day has been filled with grimaces as we try to stand up and walk straight. I'm sure it'll feel TREMENDOUS tomorrow. I remember feeling alive when we were doing it, but who was I really kidding? Whatever, fuck it, eh?
In other news, missing home and waiting for things to take a massive turn again. I imagine myself in the near future staring at a busy intersection, or massive building, or perhaps a field of grass. Who knows what I'll be thinking while I stare at whatever it is, probably much less than I fathom. Maybe no thoughts whatsoever, just a blank stare of awe. I can't wait.
Miss my people back home also. I don't talk to most of them nearly as much as I'd like to. For as good of friends as I have back home, there isn't a ton to talk about on the phone. Maybe there is, but that's just the mentality. The phone is for developing plans and that is all. That's fine with the gents I suppose. However, a certain special someone who has been sweet enough to call me more often than not, has made me feel so good about the daily grind down here. She doesn't know how much it means to me, and she won't until I get home. This is a good note to end on.
Song - Waiting for the Sun (Doors)
Movie - Indiana Jones the Last Crusade. They're makin' a new one! Sick! Harrison Ford is over 60 years old. Money.
Lastly, decided to start putting a picture up for each entry, to jazz it up. Enjoy.
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[Feb. 5th, 2007|10:36 pm] |
I am back, much to my own amazement.
Dano shows his defiance by sportin' the mohawk, while he does his Stifler gay club dance-off moves. Dance Dano, dance.
Today was a Monday, which is normally filled with all kinds of activities which are not fun, but all the best gents were in attendance which makes it GREAT. Even got a call! Total BS call, but at least I get to go through the motions. It could be anything, maybe even the big one! Then I receive radio traffic informing me that the reporting party thinks it's a neighbors' alarm clock, as opposed to an actual fire alarm. Reality. Sure enough it was, and I'm fairly sure that this particular alarm clock is a repeat offender, but at least it's got spirit.
Got to watch the Super Bowl today, which was exciting since I was on duty obviously. Loawla even went over to Hut Ten and retrieved a box full of sausage and beef.
In other news, I found a copy of Cosmopolitan at the Station today and decided to have a read. Found an article titled "Why you should flirt at work - Great methods to ensure you get that corner office", or something along those lines. Am I the only one who thinks this is ridiculous?
Anyway, today I had a genuine moment of reflection while freezing my butt off sitting on the back of Tanker 3*. Realized that amidst all of my desire to get out of here, that I am actually going to miss this place. More than I anticipate, I suspect. As boring as it can be, a big part of me loves it down here. The closer the season gets to ending, the more I hear people "knocking" MacTown. Having said that, not a day goes by that I don't look out at the Royal Societies* and totally rediscover where I am. Beautiful.
Song is "Smack that Ass", and the movie is "Almost Famous".
Deuces!
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| reflections of a bored soul |
[Feb. 3rd, 2007|09:40 pm] |
the song is "oh what a night", and the movie is "grumpier old men".
this feels odd. i find myself sitting in station 2 on a saturday. and when i say station 2 i mean a double-wide on the edge of the Ross Ice Shelf. this chunk of ice separates Ross Island from the mainland. and when i say mainland i mean antarctica. the daily life down here fluctuates but not nearly enough. so life remains monotonous. only until february 22nd though.
i'll refrain from spending too much time providing background, seeing as the only people who read this will hopefully be people who know what i'm up to (or at least somewhat).
spent much of the day here on this couch, i am happy to report. as the summer season winds down here at the airfield, the ANG (air nat'l guard) has only had 3 missions per day. a "mission", is a trip to the south pole and back, 7 hours round-trip. as each LC-130 skis down the runway for take off, it passes me, sitting in a big red f-550. i am watching and waiting for something that isn't likely to happen, but i suppose you never know. the jumpseats are uncomfortable and i'm hungry and ronery. not really but i was in that uncomfortable seat for over an hour and was tired of reading my book. we are waiting for the 2nd flight of the day to depart, and it is taking its sweet time because willy field is condition 2* at the moment. the atc tower folks advise that it is now on indefinite delay. we stand down and head off to lunch. the plate is full and i'm psyched because that's what excites me down here nowadays, and then it comes. as i am filling my cup i hear "station 2, skier 9_ is taxing(sp?) to the fuel pits, and will be departing down runway 25", or something like that. damnitt. another interrupted meal. can't really complain for 2 reasons. i asked for it when i decided on a job in the fire service for 1, and 2, it really doesn't happen that often down here. regardless, it was lame and i feel better now because i've said something about it.
in other news, i am beginning to get excited about leaving this place. a week in New Zealand and a week in Australia await me and 7 of the guys. i like to think that i won't spend too much money while on this excursion. who am i really kidding? at the end of the day i won't be too mad when it happens. will i ever take a better vacation in my life? the answer - only if i spend more time down here. i might go to better places before my time is up, might not. the one thing that is certain however, is that i will never appreciate any place more than NZ or AUS. "the best vacation i'll take in my entire life", is a promising thought. i'll take it!
time to go join tits on the couch to watch movie #4 of the day.
*condition 2 refers to the weather conditions around town. 3 is normal weather, 2 is reduced temps and/or visibility. 1 is like 2 only much worse and hasn't been seen yet this season.
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