oh, what a day.

i think i'll set a record for the number of blogs written in one week..


maybe i should come to san angelo more often,,,,, or how about never again.


anyhow,,, after i wrote the blog yesterday,, i went outside and stretched out by the pool with a magazine.. this is about the only enjoyable thing i can find in san angelo... maybe i'll get a nice tan going by the time we finish this job..


anyhow,, i was shortly interrupted to come inside and set up my computer again so that brad can play poker.. however, i'm not terribly annoyed at this point because i've already successfully released the majority of my hostile emotions into the world wide web just an hour before hand.. he played poker right up until the time that we left to go eat. I discovered that the rest of our crew had gone to red lobster. He didn't want to go, and declined to stick his head out the door and ask if i wanted to join them. so,, he tells me i can choose where we eat. We get in his avalanche. I'm driving. As we pull out of the hotel parking lot, his phone rings. It's his wife. He asks what's wrong a few times, and then they start shouting at each other. very uncomfortable situation for me. I don't know the whole story, but from what i can tell, his wife dug through a few of his belongings that he had bundled up from prison, and there were a few letters from someone of the female persuasion,,, other than herself. i immediately learned that she hadn't "faithfully waited" on him,, either...

anyhow,, enough of that.. here i am,, driving around a town i'm not familiar with,, desperately trying to find any sort of restaurant,, and make my escape from the whole situation..

i eventually spot a buffalo wild wings and pull in. He stays outside and finishes the shouting match.. he comes in later, and procedes to tell me about their problems, while i scarf down way too much food,, and he drinks way too much alcohol..

on the way home, he tells me that he wrote a country song once... i'm slightly interested. he says it only has one line.. which is, "i always stop when i see that sign, that says LIQUOR BEER WINE"

not too bad,, actually... we actually saw one of those signs shortly after that.. anyhow,, the ride home was slightly uncomfortable..

back at the hotel, he proceeds to play poker until i'm fast asleep..



i woke up first this morning.. while i'm brushing my teeth, the hotel phone rings..
he rolls over and answers.. I'm not sure who was on the other line,, or what they said,, but he reply was, "Na, I'm just layin' here waitin for my morning boner to go down."

that's exactly what i wanted here first thing this morning.. thanks.

work was physically stressful.. we carried a bunch of panels up stairs... or actually, me and another coworker did,, with a few temporary laborers.. brad carried none..

at lunch, he asks how many we have left.. i told him eleven.. he says, "good,, after yall get the last one up,, we're going back to the hotel,, my feet are hurting"


me and omar glance at each other in dazzling awe.. i can't believe what i've just heard.

at two thirty,, we carried up the last panel.. brad starts putting tools up.. i told him i wasn't ready to go to the hotel yet.. he jokingly says something about coming back and getting me in the morning.. i said ok and went back to work.. then he starts back peddling,, and offers to leave his truck and ride with someone else back to the hotel.. i worked another two hours with omar,, and damn near finished the job..

upon return,, my only thought is,, at least i won't have to walk in the room to find him playing poker,, since my computer requires a password,, which he doesn't know..

but,, on the way to the room,, another coworkers door was open,, i glance in on the way by,, he's in there room playing poker!! on his computer!!...

the only other guy with a computer in our crew,, and he is in there playing poker on it!!!

unbelievable..

but,,, at least i'll have an easy day tomorrow.. maybe about four hours worth of work,, and then a nice little drive home..

i can't wait to leave this town...

that is all.