Nostalgia

The time has come for my monthly blog. Funny, how recently I haven't had the urge to write. I've been on a roller coaster quite a bit, probably a downside to the more social nature of my work, but that's okay. The worst doesn't hit until bedtime, and then I can lay down and sleep the troubles away. Or try to anyway. The less sleep I get, it seems the loopier and less bitter I am towards things. I've had snow removal 4 days in a row now- that's getting called at anywhere between 2 and 4 am to go climb in a large machine and drive too fast on icy roads. Not a bad job at all. Just like what I am used to.

I've earned the nickname Little Pink Hulk (or something like that) due to my often sulky, upset or downright pissy nature. I go off every once in a while when things really get bad, and I even began throwing things once (on Christmas Eve, believe it or not!) and the nicknames involving 'Hulk' have stuck. I'm alright with it though, because I know it is true. I'm a pretty difficult sonofa***** to get along with most of the time.

Even though summer is several long months away, I am contemplating my plans. My main option got screwed. I was planning on going to work on another ranch up north of the one I was at, but in a conversation earlier with him he informed me that he had sold most of his herd and was now a yearling operation, which cut down on the workload by about eight months. He no longer needs my help, and seeing as I was counting on that option to get me back to my normal state of being, I have to find alternate plans. I do not want to work at the resort over the summer. With rent and truck payments and funding my ever empty belly, my paychecks go a lot faster than I am comfortable with. I want to get back to something that I can actually put some money away. I had an observation the other day about how things go- right now, I am making operators pay. I am making more now than I have ever made, outside private non-taxable income. And I put more money away when I had worse income. I have partied hard and frittered money away and put more into savings than I make now when I don't party and am frugal. That just goes to show how ****ty the real world is, in my not so humble opinion. (I apologize, I've had a few today and am exceptionally bitter for a reason that is a mystery to most.)

Anyway, that's the report from your somewhat estranged (what the f*** ((considering the discussion I did not read on swearing)) does estranged mean, anyhow?) drifting hick. I've developed an addiction to flying down mountains with a bit of slippery board strapped to my feet, but never fear. The cowboy still dwells inside waiting for his time to rare his head and be obscene.