9.27.1996
Time is passing so slowly. I wish I was home. I'm going to have a difficult time sleeping tonight.
Everything at work is packed. I got stuck doing it all by myself this afternoon for our area. Most of our line's employees left work early again yesterday. Then I found out today The Drunk allowed the majority of them to fly home a day or two before they were scheduled to leave. So none of them were there to help out today. Fuckers. That left myself and a skeleton crew of people behind to make sure three separate product groups got packed up proper and onto the Bekins tractor trailers lined up in the parking lot. I was so god damned angry my loser of a boss let all her precious kiss asses hit the road already. Those bastards should have been here like the rest of us helping to get this shit ready to go. I want to punch her.
For four hours I sat around doing virtually nothing on the shop floor. I was there just in case any of the Bekins guys ran into trouble or had any questions while they were loading up their trucks with our equipment and materials. I literally sat there for hours while dozens of Bekins movers grabbed stuff and hauled it away. I don't think any of them asked me a single question the whole time. I was annoyed with J2 and Rick. They're two of our laziest technicians and both of them were supposed to help out, but both of them snuck out of the building leaving me behind to handle it all. Much later in the day a nice woman named Stephanie came along and cut me loose from my duties. She sympathetically told me she would take care of things for the rest of the day.
As soon as I left the factory I came back here to clean the apartment and pack up all my shit except for the clothes on my back, the suit I will wear tomorrow, and my pajamas. I've only got two suitcases, one shoulder bag, and my Sony Playstation buried in some paper grocery bags. I don't want anybody at the airport to see it just in case someone gets the idea to swipe it. I still have to empty a few items from the refrigerator. I'm leaving behind a half eaten box of cereal and some other random foodstuffs. Fuck it. I want out of here as soon as possible and the maids can deal with the stuff I'm abandoning in here when they eventually come in to tidy everything up.
I will never do this sort of thing for an employer again in the future. I don't care what the incentives might be to work away from home for an extended period of time. I completely underestimated how tough it would be to leave Jennifer and everything else familiar to me behind. I don't think I'd be able to handle this much isolation ever again. The lonliness I felt while living here was terrible. I'm looking forward to getting back home and becoming un-sober with Senor 23, and Dave. It will be good to see some of my pals back at TDS this coming Monday. I really do miss working with many of the people there. Bill and Dave's employees are garbage for the most part and it has made me appreciate the friendships I made with people at TDS more than I ever did when I was working there.
I drove down Sprague Avenue for the last time this afternoon on my way back to the apartment from Thaddeus T. Thudpucker's. I ate my usual there, fried chicken with loads of mashed potatoes, green beans, a biscuit, and a tall glass of Alaskan amber ale. As I headed back to the apartment I looked for the whores lurking in their usual stretch of town as I always did, but there weren't any. That was strange. They really amused me each time I drove past them because I never have seen a more in-your-face group of prostitutes anywhere else. It surprised me how many of them there were, and the fact that none of them seemed to be concerned or afraid of the police in this city. They were interesting to watch as I drove up and down Sprague Avenue this past three months, but I won't miss them. I won't miss anything about Spokane. It is an unimpressive city.
Everything at work is packed. I got stuck doing it all by myself this afternoon for our area. Most of our line's employees left work early again yesterday. Then I found out today The Drunk allowed the majority of them to fly home a day or two before they were scheduled to leave. So none of them were there to help out today. Fuckers. That left myself and a skeleton crew of people behind to make sure three separate product groups got packed up proper and onto the Bekins tractor trailers lined up in the parking lot. I was so god damned angry my loser of a boss let all her precious kiss asses hit the road already. Those bastards should have been here like the rest of us helping to get this shit ready to go. I want to punch her.
For four hours I sat around doing virtually nothing on the shop floor. I was there just in case any of the Bekins guys ran into trouble or had any questions while they were loading up their trucks with our equipment and materials. I literally sat there for hours while dozens of Bekins movers grabbed stuff and hauled it away. I don't think any of them asked me a single question the whole time. I was annoyed with J2 and Rick. They're two of our laziest technicians and both of them were supposed to help out, but both of them snuck out of the building leaving me behind to handle it all. Much later in the day a nice woman named Stephanie came along and cut me loose from my duties. She sympathetically told me she would take care of things for the rest of the day.
As soon as I left the factory I came back here to clean the apartment and pack up all my shit except for the clothes on my back, the suit I will wear tomorrow, and my pajamas. I've only got two suitcases, one shoulder bag, and my Sony Playstation buried in some paper grocery bags. I don't want anybody at the airport to see it just in case someone gets the idea to swipe it. I still have to empty a few items from the refrigerator. I'm leaving behind a half eaten box of cereal and some other random foodstuffs. Fuck it. I want out of here as soon as possible and the maids can deal with the stuff I'm abandoning in here when they eventually come in to tidy everything up.
I will never do this sort of thing for an employer again in the future. I don't care what the incentives might be to work away from home for an extended period of time. I completely underestimated how tough it would be to leave Jennifer and everything else familiar to me behind. I don't think I'd be able to handle this much isolation ever again. The lonliness I felt while living here was terrible. I'm looking forward to getting back home and becoming un-sober with Senor 23, and Dave. It will be good to see some of my pals back at TDS this coming Monday. I really do miss working with many of the people there. Bill and Dave's employees are garbage for the most part and it has made me appreciate the friendships I made with people at TDS more than I ever did when I was working there.
I drove down Sprague Avenue for the last time this afternoon on my way back to the apartment from Thaddeus T. Thudpucker's. I ate my usual there, fried chicken with loads of mashed potatoes, green beans, a biscuit, and a tall glass of Alaskan amber ale. As I headed back to the apartment I looked for the whores lurking in their usual stretch of town as I always did, but there weren't any. That was strange. They really amused me each time I drove past them because I never have seen a more in-your-face group of prostitutes anywhere else. It surprised me how many of them there were, and the fact that none of them seemed to be concerned or afraid of the police in this city. They were interesting to watch as I drove up and down Sprague Avenue this past three months, but I won't miss them. I won't miss anything about Spokane. It is an unimpressive city.
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