A Day In The Life?

A Day In The Life?

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I couldn't make this shit up. It's too good.

So much shit in my head, and I don't feel like typing it all. Good stuff about time with Katie, bad stuff about cash flow, medium stuff about dead friends. And other shit too.

I got in women's pants for a couple days, before they had us doing other jobs. the whole thing lasted until Friday. They simply had no more work for temps, but the supervisor was very nice to us and liked us a lot, so she called HR and had them pull our applications (I filled mine out the last day) to the top of the pile. I don't know if it will mean anything, but if it does, I'm happy to be there. Not that a fucking warehouse gig is my idea of a great time, but this particular one is about as good as it gets. If I'm hired on full-time, the jump in pay will put me AHEAD in a couple months instead of being behind like I am currently getting more and more, faster and faster.

Nice people, easy work, good hours. It would provide a good solid backbone to work from in my search for musical income. I can definitely see doing it for a while if necessary.

If it happens. I have no idea if it will.

I'm back to scrambling for work, though, and I did some driving around the area, filled out a few apps, and generally got irritable and frustrated before driving north.

Some interesting genealogy work in a few spots on the way up to Marion. I went way off the normal route and did probably two-thirds of the three-hour plus drive on back county roads and state roads I hadn't been on. And still added only nine miles to the overall trip. Yaaay!

One interesting break was taken at Ft. Jefferson. This was only for general historical interest, but pretty cool to do. During the Indian wars of the 1790s, there was a long string of forts built in over a dozen spots running north to south along the whole of what is now Ohio, just east of where the Ohio/Indiana state line is now.

THIS was the frontier back then. A key area in the history of the United States and the drive towards westward expansion. Many Americans wouldn't EXIST without what happened here, in this part of the country I call home.

Of course, A.) We had to kill a bunch of Indians to do it, and B.) We cut all the trees down and turned the whole goddamn place into one giant cornfield that no sane person would WANT to call home, but hey, it's fuckin' history, goddammit. Work with me here.

I studied history (and political science and music) in colleghe for two years before dropping out. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I stayed in, because the only obvious route for a history major is to go into teaching it yourself, and I'd love to throw this shit at students. It would be like Sam Kinison yelling at Rodney Dangerfield. "You fucking PUSSIES wouldn't even be a CUM-STAIN if our forefathers hadn't kicked those redskins in the ass! AHH! AHH! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!"

It's a weird feeling standing there. Ft. Jefferson (named after then-Secetary Of State Thomas Jefferson) is a tiny town, and the state memorial is just a little park on a hill with a picnic area and a few markers where the small fort (mostly a supply stop) once stood. Nothing much to it. But it was part of an important history, and to think that thse men made my life possible, but did so through land-theft and warfare...interesting shit to chew on.

A productive day for family history (a few cemetery finds, a land record, some obituaries, and one hell of a nice map that still didn't show what I was looking for) and this brief stop into national history. I was tired and nearly fell over an illegible gravestone from heat stroke at one point (holy FUCK it was hot today) but it was prpductive.

I'm dragging stuff back from Marion into the storage facility. I've NOT been happy go lucky about this move. The reasons for it are undeniable and vital. The details of doing it SUCK DISEASE-RIDDLED CHIMP COCK. I've kept a good frame of mind for the most part, but the numbness is riding high, just trying to keep from snapping over the amount of shit one has to go through to orchestrate a move with the limited resources I have available.

My family is helping a lot. I've got a long, long post about that in my head, but I don't feel like it right now. I'm trying not to get depressed, after all.

Seeing Katie more is what is making it all worthwhile, and I can't wait to be settled in soon and get on with something vaguely resembling a normal schedule.

I love my girl. And that is going to make it all come together in some way. I need to be back near her.

I don't feel like typing anymore.

Love,
Dougie