Karaoka and aftermath

The plan last night was to go to Jackfish Dundees with my brother's girlfriend (for the summer, it must be emphasized) and the female population and engage in the ancient Japanese art of karaoke. That was the plan. I convinced Stephen to give me a ride to Jackfish's selling him on the idea of girls, drunken single girls, with shaved legs, the shaved part being important to my bush addled brain. I met up with Christopher's girlfriend (for the summer) Megan Brooks, the sister of Joe, a guy that I hung out in junior high, Andrew West and his sister, Nicole. Apperently, there was trivia of obscure, for me, at least, country music and late 70s musical anthems mixed with geographical trivia. I ordered myself a picture of beer knowing that my tree planting given abilities of holding my liquor would come in handy. And lo, I wasn't a belligerent drunk. *snark alert* This will come as a suprise to some. *snark alert off* With liquor oiling the wheels of conversation, we talked of many things: Victoria, Issaiah Bell, my brother Christopher, movies, Grand Theft Auto, a shitty new wave band that came to FSJ (whose name escapes me) et cetra. We also hatched a plan to get my brother drunk as no one has seen him under the influence. I've never seen Christopher drink a drip of alcohol in my life, mainly due to a weird quirk of his that says that he doesn't want anyone in the family to see him stumble and vomit. Or so he says. I think he can't hold his liquor. The evening ended with the girls singing a Dixie Chicks song and Stephen and I heading to McDo's to get my drunken hamburger fix. I found out this morning that Megan got kicked out of Loony Tunes. It was best described as a post emptive manuver as they should have done it on her birthday.


If it didn't rain this morning, I'd be out in the field today "working" instead of in the office, doing paper work. This is bad because I have a rare hangover. Why's the field better? I dig it because the work is mostly setup. Since we're pumping water, most of the work takes place in the first hour that we arrive at a site moving pumps. After that, you spend most of the day in the truck reading books, listening to CDs, eating snacks and bullshitting all while raking in tall dollars. Working in the office isn't hard physical work, but it's steady and you don't get breaks like you would in the field. Instead of spending 2-3 hours driving from our place and back in the John out to PJ or Mile, you gotta be ready to work in the basement at 7 onwards. Mornings, like this, where I got less than 5 hours of sleep, it's nice to work in the field since it allows the opportunities to sleep. No such luck in the office.

I've never been keen on the fact that my dad runs his business at home. Business bleeds into family affairs more than it should. It's not something that you can turn off when you leave the office, since the difference between the office and the house is a set of stairs. My dad's not the greatest communicator (like me!), so when he gets pissed off, or is having a shitty day, he'll take it out on everyone. It sucks, because you have no clue what'll set him off. Like today, out of the blue, my dad went "You know, I make mistakes too! Everyone is always on top of me", totally without warning. That said, he's a great boss and I like working for him.
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