Most of America was relaxing and enjoying family on Monday to celebrate memorial day. Technicians were hard at work getting in the way at BBQ's, drilling holes, and trouble shooting technical problems. I had four jobs on monday and was constantly working from 10 am to 2 am. Long day. Didn't get invited to any parties but was offered a hot dog and vodka on my way out of a job. I passed. (They were on their fourth round of shots when I was teaching them how to use their system... haha I don't think they will remember a thing). Anyway, I got that little funny feeling in my throat about 6pm and knew that I was getting sick. Well it hit hard, and I was dead by tuesday morning. I had to wake up early and finish and install 25 miles away. My boss wanted me out working on jobs but I refused, drove back to the hotel and crashed hard. I woke up hours later with a pounding head, constricted throat, stuffed nose, and aching body. Ah man it was the pits. I was too prideful and cheap to go buy medicine and I'm living out of a microwave so nothing sounded good. I did some simple calculations and found that in the last 72 hours I had worked for 38 of them, slept for 17 of them, consumed maybe 1200 calories, and drank less than a gallon of water. I guess your body freaks out.
To continue onward... The rest of the week I had to play mini manager and do extra work duties because our real manager is 250 miles away. All while recovering from The Sickness. A light did burst as I was invited to a YSA Dance party in this wooded lodge on Friday night. I was excited to get some social interaction and hopefully get off of work a bit early. I lucked out by finishing early Friday night and drove the 50 miles to the lodge. I got there and didn't know anyone. Ever been to a huge party and not know anyone? Man, its rough. I finally found a few ward members that I knew but wasn't really in party mode. I couldn't talk and my nose was stuffed. I was a poor party guest so I took a little journey in the vineyard/woods. It was exciting. I received a call from a good friend and had a great evening chat. I decided to kick it in just before midnight and make the journey home.That's when the final bomb for the week dropped. I received some information that broke my little heart. Bam. What made me even more upset was the way I reacted. I have been trying to do some self-improvement in handling situations. I had taken all that I had learned and developed and threw it out the window. It made me upset that I knew how to handle the situation like a responsible 21 year old adult but still reverted to my old self. Lame. I finally dozed off at 3 in the morning and now I'm here in Canby, Oregon sitting in the library on a floral print, plush, arm chair, writing about my week. (My comma usage is probably wrong in the previous sentence).
I don't say this so you can have pity on me and feel bad for poor little Jojo. Chances are you had an even worse week and are struggling with harder things. My point is that the cookie still crumbles even as a technician. Drilling holes, hammering in yard signs, setting up door locks, and configuring cameras make this technician life so fulfilling and rewarding. Even with all that, life can still get you down. Keep that in mind. The good thing is that Sunday is tomorrow and I get a new fresh week to Live The Dream!
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Oh The Life of a Technician.
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