At least I still have a job.
Oh sorry. You caught me talking to myself. It's just that I have to keep reminding myself of the fact that millions of people have lost their jobs in the last couple of years and that I'm lucky to have mine.
That's true enough, I suppose. Sometimes though, I'd just as soon let one of them have mine so I could sit on my ass for a while.
Let's see, in the last five weeks I've worked in Hutchinson, Great Bend, Manhattan, Beloit, Garnett and Topeka.
I got home yesterday (Tuesday) with the agreement that I'd finally get to spend the rest of the week at home. Well that lasted about 24 hours. It's almost 6:00 P.M. and I'm waiting for the word of whether I'm going to either Manhattan or Hays. Either way, I have to make the trip tonight. In the line of work I do, we're usually at work by 2:00 in the morning. So I'd rather make the trip tonight and get a few hours sleep in a motel before I have to get up again.
So here I am, waiting. Waiting for that phone call. Waiting to see where I'm going next. Waiting to see what the people who sign my paycheck have in mind.
Yeah, I know. At least I still have a job...