Nights
In my previous life, I worked nights all the time. Being an FO, however, it was never boring. Never seeing someone when someone is supposed to be there is more stressful than you may imagine. Then having your teammate(s) no more than 30 feet from you, but never actually saying two words to him all night, is in it’s own way stressful. A buddy that you drink with everynight when you’re not on mission, is someone that you learn to read his version of sign language, read lips in NODs, learn to read body language, but never talk to. A strange world that I used to live in, and sometimes miss, but not as badly anymore. It gets old losing buddies to silly or weird incidents. It gets old meeting their families for a badly timed social event.
I feel sort of bad for taking 2nd shift, but I may be the only person here that can handle a million types of situations dealing with the computers than my counterparts. Don’t get me wrong, they are all good guys, and geeks in their own right, but most have focused on a very narrow aspect of computing, and have a lot to learn about a hundred other issues. I, on the other hand, have been grinding my way up the ladder and have done everything required of me here at one time or another. That coupled with a memory of an Oliphant, there isn’t much I forget. (that sucks sometimes, by the way)
I’m moving into 6 months of a relationship now. The odd thing is, we’ve only actually been around each other for about a month, and a few weekends in between. She takes care of me though. She’s awesome for lack of a better word. By the way, she’s Jessica.
She does all the stereotypical woman things, cleaning and cooking, but she works on her own vehicle, figures out how stuff works, and is in her own right a geek. She’s the one woman who asks me a computer question that I have to actually look up, because she’s already done the research and can’t find a solution. I mean damn…how cool is that. When she emails me to tell me that she installed her car stereo, by herself…On top of being smart as hell, she’s hot. She’s self conscious about her body and so forth, but I think most women are to an extent. She could wear a burlap bag and turn me on.
I’ve gotten enough cookies from Jessica, my sisters, my Aunt and Uncle, that I think I’m getting fat just by proximity. My whole section is free to eat their fill, but so far hardly a dent has been made. My sister’s thin sugar cookies seem to be a hit with two people in our section. They say they’ve never had ones that thin, and not too sweet. I like them, but I’ve been eating those things my whole life, so those are the ones I set as the example, not the other way around.
Well, it would seem that I’m a bit talkative tonight. I guess I should get to work.
Hasta
