Today is Monday. Ok, ok. Today is Thursday. But I swear that somewhere in this vast universe of inhabitable planets there is a Monday going on that is over-shadowing my Thursday.
So, Monday it is.
Yesterday I wrote that we were on our 6th iteration of horizon calculations for the rubble data. That is, officially, what we call it. "The Rubble." Well, we hit a snag. Here comes plan number seven. The higher ups have seen fit to exclude me from the thought process (thank God) probably because I am all for conserving our efforts and not throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
Usually, I understand at least reasonably well what it is that my job entails. I am a seismic workstation operator. I stare at black squiggles and attempt to make sense of them in a way that helps our clients know if and where to drill and what to expect to find. Sounds easy. Until....
...well, until it isn't. That would be now. I wouldn't say anyone but Papa knows seismic interpretation better than me, but they know different and today we are going with different.
Then there's my other "skill set" they like to keep alive...Linux file server architecture and accounting on deck for later today. Meanwhile... (duh duh duuuuuuuuh--sinister music) yours truly is looking for another job.
Eeeek, you say. You have a great job! You work at home with your family! What more could you ask for?
Benefits. Dental. Work hours. Weekends. And the opportunity to NOT cohabitate with my co-workers. Perhaps even enough dough to find an apartment with a room for the kids (of their own) and a room for me (of my own). It isn't so much to ask...I'm tiring of the summer camp venue. Really, really, tiring of it. And I'd like my relatives to be my relatives. I'd like to have real conversations instead of running away from them because they don't know how to turn the work valve to "off" at the end of the day (which never really ends).
Good news is coming! Stay tuned!
Scat
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