*ring*
No, that's my work phone, and it sucks. I don't ever answer that phone. I'll let it forward to the other phone sitting right next to it.
*ring*
That's the phone I answer. It has a pretentious headset with a blinky light.
What is said: "I have a repair call for you at the TJMaxx in Longview. Do you have time to do it, or do you have other calls?"
What should be said: "Do you think you can find time between episodes of 'Scrubs' to go fix a cash register or two? Or are you too busy to put on a shirt and get out of the house?"
Either way the answer is the same... "maybe".
This job isn't as much a career as it is a lifestyle. Not that I mind getting calls. After all, there are only three seasons of "Scrubs" out on DVD, and "MacGyver" was canceled 15 years ago. Plus every man needs to put in his 2 to 6 hours of work a day to feel useful.
This is a welcome and still in some ways displeasing change from six months ago. I had a job a hated, and I barely had time for family, friends, or the nervous breakdown that I was quickly approaching.
But now I am truly blessed to have time for all of those things. Ironically, none of them seem to be around anymore.
What a terrbile post.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Goodbye, hometown
This is the reason I still have a blog. Every once in a while something is worth writing about. Unfortunately, this is one of the saddest reasons I could be writing.
I was raised in the city of Port Arthur, Texas. The hospital I was born in, the house I was raised in, both of my grandparents' houses when I was a kid, all the places I rode my two speed bicycle, all of that is still there.
I could cope with Houston and Galveston. I only went to those places once or twice a year. Insensitive? Not really. Just not as close to home.
Then she started veering east. A little at a time.
Check out the maps yourself. Read where Rita will now hit the coast. My home town. My memories.
I never brought Amanda there, and now it is something I regret. What if all those things are gone? Look what Katrina did to Mississippi. For those of you who think it might be alright, let me reiterate. PORT Arthur.
Oh, and then it will come through east Texas.
I was raised in the city of Port Arthur, Texas. The hospital I was born in, the house I was raised in, both of my grandparents' houses when I was a kid, all the places I rode my two speed bicycle, all of that is still there.
I could cope with Houston and Galveston. I only went to those places once or twice a year. Insensitive? Not really. Just not as close to home.
Then she started veering east. A little at a time.
Check out the maps yourself. Read where Rita will now hit the coast. My home town. My memories.
I never brought Amanda there, and now it is something I regret. What if all those things are gone? Look what Katrina did to Mississippi. For those of you who think it might be alright, let me reiterate. PORT Arthur.
Oh, and then it will come through east Texas.
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