4th of July
So today is the 4th. A time to celebrate the Independance of our country, proclaimed 230 years ago. People do this with copious amounts of explosives and alcohol, and by marching around in the sun for a while. Cool.
I was talking with my mom about how young our country is. It's quite frightening. Her grandfather's grandfather was around when our country was being created. That means that our country is only like 6 generations old! That's very frightening when you think about it. It also really puts into perspective how fast the world changes. Overall an interesting subject to ponder.
Now, in a complete change of subject, I was thinking earlier this week about how I have absolutely no work ethic. It's really bad. I hate working - even on things I like to do! Take my musket that I'm putting together for my reenacting kit. I've had it for two or three years. Three, I think. The year after I got it, it just sat in it's box. The next year, one of the guys in my unit, and who I worked with at the time, offered to put it together for me. He said the only requirement was that I had to do all the polishing. He would take care of most everything else. That worked. It is now in almost completed form. All that needs to be done on it is final sanding and polishing, and the stock needs to be oiled. That's it!! It's been that way all of this year, and most of last. I doubt it's going to be finished by the end of this year. Hopefully, but not likely. Damn it.
I was at work the other day, and realized that I truly miss my job at the museum that ran out of money, and couldn't hire me again this summer. That job was paying me to sit on a boat, and talk to people about what the boat was and how it was built. It was so nice! Of course, at the time, I didn't like it. It does get monotonous. People ask retarded questions, the days seem to go on forever, yadda yadda. It's a pretty sweet job though. Now, I'm being paid jack shit to weed a crazy lady's garden. I hate plants. I hate weeding. I hate not making any money. I have no work ethic. Since I have no work ethic, I only work anywhere from 1 to 3 hours at a time. I don't know if I covered this already, but with the amount she's paying me, it takes me half an hour of work ot pay for the gas I use to drive to and from her house. This means that I end up being paid for 1/2 to 2 and a 1/2 hours of work. For work I hate!! It gets to the point when I'm weeding, that I start to view everything as a weed. I just want to dig up the few real plants, and roto-till the entire plot.
So as I was finishing the last paragraph, my mom and sister got into a very strange fight, and I had to moderate. This seems to be my usual role in the family, and it scares me to think of how the arguments happen when I'm at school and not around. I usually end up basically saying "Mom, this is what Sis said" and "Sis, this is what Mom said." It gets boring, but at least it prevents an all out brawl.
And once again, I lost track of what I was going to say. So, happy Independence Day to all. Blow something up, and feel happy.
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I was talking with my mom about how young our country is. It's quite frightening. Her grandfather's grandfather was around when our country was being created. That means that our country is only like 6 generations old! That's very frightening when you think about it. It also really puts into perspective how fast the world changes. Overall an interesting subject to ponder.
Now, in a complete change of subject, I was thinking earlier this week about how I have absolutely no work ethic. It's really bad. I hate working - even on things I like to do! Take my musket that I'm putting together for my reenacting kit. I've had it for two or three years. Three, I think. The year after I got it, it just sat in it's box. The next year, one of the guys in my unit, and who I worked with at the time, offered to put it together for me. He said the only requirement was that I had to do all the polishing. He would take care of most everything else. That worked. It is now in almost completed form. All that needs to be done on it is final sanding and polishing, and the stock needs to be oiled. That's it!! It's been that way all of this year, and most of last. I doubt it's going to be finished by the end of this year. Hopefully, but not likely. Damn it.
I was at work the other day, and realized that I truly miss my job at the museum that ran out of money, and couldn't hire me again this summer. That job was paying me to sit on a boat, and talk to people about what the boat was and how it was built. It was so nice! Of course, at the time, I didn't like it. It does get monotonous. People ask retarded questions, the days seem to go on forever, yadda yadda. It's a pretty sweet job though. Now, I'm being paid jack shit to weed a crazy lady's garden. I hate plants. I hate weeding. I hate not making any money. I have no work ethic. Since I have no work ethic, I only work anywhere from 1 to 3 hours at a time. I don't know if I covered this already, but with the amount she's paying me, it takes me half an hour of work ot pay for the gas I use to drive to and from her house. This means that I end up being paid for 1/2 to 2 and a 1/2 hours of work. For work I hate!! It gets to the point when I'm weeding, that I start to view everything as a weed. I just want to dig up the few real plants, and roto-till the entire plot.
So as I was finishing the last paragraph, my mom and sister got into a very strange fight, and I had to moderate. This seems to be my usual role in the family, and it scares me to think of how the arguments happen when I'm at school and not around. I usually end up basically saying "Mom, this is what Sis said" and "Sis, this is what Mom said." It gets boring, but at least it prevents an all out brawl.
And once again, I lost track of what I was going to say. So, happy Independence Day to all. Blow something up, and feel happy.
~^~
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