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Strange New Year

I’ve had a very weird beginning to this year. While I was supposed to have a three-day weekend, I ended up not having any of the days off. I (along with others in my team) was in the office with a non-working production system. We worked both Friday and Saturday very late night, most of the afternoon Sunday, and only a few hours on Monday.

For a good part of Sunday and all the rest of the week I was carrying a cold with me. I really don’t like having a cold – have I mentioned that before? It makes it even more difficult when you have to work through days like that.

I finally got my heat issue resolved. They replaced the breaker in the electrical panel but it was still tripping. They finally ended up running a whole new wire between the electrical panel and the air unit up in the attic. As soon as everything was said and done, the weather turns to 75 degrees and there’s no need for the heat to come on. Isn’t that the way it always ends up?

Here it is Saturday and I’m trying recoup from Friday night. Hung out with some friends at this… well, there’s really no nice way to put this place: it’s just a shit-kicking bar. A bunch of drunken rednecks and their wannabe dates. The band is playing every Charlie Daniels Band and Lynyrd Skynyrd song they know.

Some of the women in there were in their 50’s acting like they were 20 with their tight denim. I haven’t seen that many skanks in quite a while.

Of course, the table I was sitting at was quite different. The band called us “The Table of Super Models”. We had A-girl, A-girl’s incredibly attractive sister, L2 – A-girls cute cousin and Dale’s date – whose name I never got. There were other women at the table but I was just going over the hot ones.

I finally got to meet A-girl’s husband. He’s in the Army and stationed out of the country. He’s in town for a few weeks and this get-together was designed for him to meet all of us and vice versa. I don’t want to sound mean but I never would have put him with A-girl. Picture Paris Hilton running around with Gerald McRaney. I just didn’t see the attraction (from HER point of view). But, whatever… I’m trying not to sound bitter. I don’t think he’s mentally or physically abusing her, which is a good thing.

I’m not sure what to make of this opening paragraph in the New Year. I hope it gets better and things fall into place like I want them to. I hope that there’s a certain prosperity that returns and I hope I find that certain someone.

Here’s to hoping.

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