Update from the metropolitian hub that is Fraser Lake. I've been working hard, did a couple 12 hour shifts the last couple nights that almost wiped me out. My body is starting to feel the strain, but I'm still healthy and people around here seem to like me.
The food is still grade A, tonight was steak and prawns night. It's supposed to be a dry camp, but with the kind of crowd this kind of work draws, you can imagine how well that rule is observed. They don't have ice, so you can't really keep beer around, and all the really have for mix is every kind of juice you can imagine, in te cafeteria, so I've taken to vodka. Not that i'm drinking a lot, shit, I don't have time for much of anything, after dinner, gym, and a shower, I have like an hour before I go to sleep. I keep a mickey in my desk drawer and have a screwdriver, now and then. :)
They have an interesting situation at Endako mines. Since the job we are working on is an expansion on an existing mine, the mine in opperating, as we're bulding the new portion. This wouldn't even be noticable normaly, since they are completely seperate buildings, but there is a constant cloud of SO2 (sulfer dioxide)being pumped out of a stack at the top of the hill, and when the wind blows westerly, that smoke comes right into the new plant. It's nasty shit, it doesn't have any lasting effects, its not like we're all getting poisoned, and we're all wearing air quality monitors, so that if it exceeds acceptable levels, we get the hell out. It sucks to work in though, it burns your eyes, and makes your throat all raw, and you can taste it when you breathe in. Last Sunday we had to get out, and man were people bitching. One thing about working on a union job like this, everyone thinks they're are fucking doctor or a lawyer. I just kept thinking, "suck it up cream puff, we're all fine, we all followed proceedure, and everyone is safe." You'd think we were working in a reactor meltdown, the way people were acting. So funny to see grown men, especially burly tradesmen acting like babys, because they got a little smoke in their eyes, and their throats. We sat around for 4 hours, and got paid, while most of them sucked back half a pack of cigarettes and bitched about a little SO2. :)
I miss my girls, I miss my friends, I miss home. I especially notice it on weekends. I seldom even realize what day it is, but if for some reason I realize its a weekend, all I can think about is home. Maybe its because I usually get my girls on the weekends, maybe its because I usually get to have a life outside of work on weekends. Whatever the reason, homesickness hits me hardest on the weekends.
I'm here for the money, and its coming in fast. I got paid last thursday, for my first 5 days + travel pay, and its about what I would normally make in 2 weeks. They're tossing around the option of a night shift, which would suck for my turn arounds, because I'd be trying to adjust my schedual all the time, but for another 6 dollars an hour I, told them I'd do it. We're still waiting to hear back as to whether or not my crew is going to nights. I figure, i'm here to work, i'm here to make money, the more money they want to throw my way, I'll take it, for as long as my body can handle it.
Tomorrow is fathers day. It's gunna be a tough one for me. God, I miss my girls...
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