On my pilot status...
Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 5:51 pm
I have been through a lot in the last year. A year ago, I was working 12-hour night shift, with moments that I would spend screaming aloud in a cleanroom by myself just to stay awake enough to last to shift end so I could sleep in my car for a couple hours after work. I had signed a job offer for substantially greater pay that would require me moving out to parts unknown, but still working 12-hour night shifts in cleanrooms.
A year later, I can express that I am happily employed as an engineer building light rail vehicles for public transport. There have been frustrations, but so much less stress than the shiftwork I had taken to be the norm. I was able to purchase a decent computer and move out of my mother's loft. I've gone on many adventures and seen beauty that I have been missing in my own back yard. I've a wonderful companion, with whom I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with (love ya mel!) I've elevated my practice in the kitchen to where I'm bored with eating out; and my company wants to send me to Spain later this year for some advanced training, a mark of high favor in the USA division.
The point is, my life is happy, and it feels...I dunno.
BAD.
I WANT TO H8. I WANT TO SCREAM. I CRAVE THE APOPLECTIC RAGE THAT CYRUS INDUCES WITH HIS WI-FI.
H8 FEEDS THE FOD.
IAMTHEH8
THEH8AMI
A year later, I can express that I am happily employed as an engineer building light rail vehicles for public transport. There have been frustrations, but so much less stress than the shiftwork I had taken to be the norm. I was able to purchase a decent computer and move out of my mother's loft. I've gone on many adventures and seen beauty that I have been missing in my own back yard. I've a wonderful companion, with whom I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with (love ya mel!) I've elevated my practice in the kitchen to where I'm bored with eating out; and my company wants to send me to Spain later this year for some advanced training, a mark of high favor in the USA division.
The point is, my life is happy, and it feels...I dunno.
BAD.
I WANT TO H8. I WANT TO SCREAM. I CRAVE THE APOPLECTIC RAGE THAT CYRUS INDUCES WITH HIS WI-FI.
H8 FEEDS THE FOD.
IAMTHEH8
THEH8AMI