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threeplusfireWork was more complicated, practicing the minute details of partial flood zones in regards to properties and structures. There is something humorous about the knowledge that soon I will be randomly knowledgable about a paticular state's flood zones and patterns. The tentative assignment is for Colorado, though it may change.
I enjoy working with Linda in my time on the floor. She has that effervescent quality, something bright in the way she smiles and moves. We laugh a lot while we work. I shared my pie with her, and she was quite taken with it. We practiced some scaling of lots on the maps, and I think I have conquered my biggest fear in regards to the job.
We also toured the order processing center, and I think if I were to move to another department at some point, it might be there. The lure of the enormous high speed scanner is irresistable. It's an interesting process, despite the massive quantities of entry involved at different levels.
My head aches a bit, from the lack of sleep in recent days and from squinting at tiny numbers on subdivision maps.
My sister reappeared again last night apparently. I'm a bit peeved that my mother is letting her stay in the house, despite the fact that she has not sworn off Dimwit. As Reive said, rules don't work if they get bent or broken right off. It sounds perhaps selfish and cold, but if she's going to make the choice to do stupid things, we shouldn't be providing her with any help to do them. Add to that, I worry about her stealing things from the house for various and well founded reasons. I still don't have the sweater back that she took last week.
I want to stay in the apartment tonight, even if I won't sleep well. I don't want to be around my sister, and I would much rather stay to keep Melynda company. It has always felt more like home to me anyhow, because I've been out of that house for nearly four years now. Funny how that changes, the places we think of as home.
I enjoy working with Linda in my time on the floor. She has that effervescent quality, something bright in the way she smiles and moves. We laugh a lot while we work. I shared my pie with her, and she was quite taken with it. We practiced some scaling of lots on the maps, and I think I have conquered my biggest fear in regards to the job.
We also toured the order processing center, and I think if I were to move to another department at some point, it might be there. The lure of the enormous high speed scanner is irresistable. It's an interesting process, despite the massive quantities of entry involved at different levels.
My head aches a bit, from the lack of sleep in recent days and from squinting at tiny numbers on subdivision maps.
My sister reappeared again last night apparently. I'm a bit peeved that my mother is letting her stay in the house, despite the fact that she has not sworn off Dimwit. As Reive said, rules don't work if they get bent or broken right off. It sounds perhaps selfish and cold, but if she's going to make the choice to do stupid things, we shouldn't be providing her with any help to do them. Add to that, I worry about her stealing things from the house for various and well founded reasons. I still don't have the sweater back that she took last week.
I want to stay in the apartment tonight, even if I won't sleep well. I don't want to be around my sister, and I would much rather stay to keep Melynda company. It has always felt more like home to me anyhow, because I've been out of that house for nearly four years now. Funny how that changes, the places we think of as home.
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Sisters, sisters, there were never such a pair of sisters . . .
Date: 2003-02-11 05:05 pm (UTC)Re: Sisters, sisters, there were never such a pair of sisters . . .
Date: 2003-02-12 12:24 am (UTC)The job is a great boon, and not just for the money. It's so nice to feel good about my work for a change, and to get out of the house.