Work is hell when you get sick. Last weekend, it rained, and I got the full brunt of it, and the next day I had to go to work in a bottomshell section... in waist-deep, 50f water. Small wonder I got a cold on friday, and now bronchitis. The superintendant tried to send me home, but I shook him off and continued to work.
I have left my little under-the-radar home for a hotel close to the docks. The internet here sucks fat butt, and I had to blow $50 on a wireless adapter that doesn't work in *nix. Thus, no me be here.
On the lighter side of things, I have a respectable paycheck, a beautiful bicycle, a beautiful guitar, and an even more beautiful girl, with whom I have become wholly infatuated (more on that in a mo.)
The foreman of my crew has recommended me for a few other certifications - which will earn at least a $4 raise, pending results - that he may utilize my skills more. At most every worksite that I have ever been to, it seems that the regular employees hate their job, but not here. It's a strange thing to me that everyone here has only good things to say... P.S.: Several of my co-workers are teaching me Spanish.
My mother sent a care package that included several knitting and crochet devices and yarn. BEST XMAS GIFT EVER! I set myself to making some warm clothing for my heart's captor and myself. Pix later.
Now you get to the good part, where I turn into a complete Metrosexual. I met a girl here on fubar about a month ago. It seemed not three days later that I found myself speaking to her on the phone. Then came writing every day, talking the whole night through via phone, text messaging up to 20 times while at work, etc. I have gone comletely gaga.
The thing is, she lives across the country from me. Ordinarily, I would never have considered doing these things, but I have a slight advantage on the situation: I'm a contractor. I travel at will. I'm currently working until I get a call for a job near where she goes to college.
My friends think that I'm a little nutso for falling in love with someone I've never met in person. They're right. I am. There's no need to deny that I am slightly insane. Aren't we all... Many of these friends think that online/long-distance relationships are a waste of time, and that they don't work out.
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My point is this: Candice, I love you. I love you so much, I nearly cry when thinking about how far apart we are. I think about how we'll meet, soon, and what we'll do on that first day. You make me glad to break out of my cell-phobia shell, so that I fell out of bed one morning to answer your call. Every time I see a new text from you, I have to hide from my co-workers because it's that obvious. I could write this segment forever, and never say enough. You make the seemingly repetitive existence of my robotic lifestyle worth waking up to. From the day I first said "I love you" until the day I die, I'll mean it in full. I only hope I finish that song before I meet you, because it'll be on that day that you hear it. Pleasant dreams, Sweet Shirt, I'll be there soon.
-Arthur
