this past entire week.
ya'll didn't know that, now did ya?
man!
talk about not letting up.
talk about cabin fever.
talk about horrible ugly days.
and an "adjusted" work schedule (for jason)....
this past week, he has pretty much been working nights....
the regular team being there during the days, and he would go in anywhere from 3 to 5 and work until whenever.... i think the latest he came home was close to 3 am maybe....
anyway....
his first night out there alone was a memorable one, and very much the reason why i don't like him working in such a crummy area.... ESPECIALLY.... at night....
so he goes onsite around 6 ish and gets things set up in the trailer.... he had gotten everything about as situated as it could be.... he decided to call it a night, (which wasn't bad) it was only about 10 pm. on his drive home, he'd realized he'd forgotten something, and called me and said he had to head back onsite.... *sigh* .... i was at my mom's and had planned on coming home, then decided i should stay the night, then decided against that, being that our dog would need some company so she wouldn't be scared (aaaaand, she would probably have to be let out again before the night's end).... so we headed home.... well michelle drove us home (did i totally leave out the part about the lump getting cut out of my arm and the meds and all that?) anyway, that's why she drove.... because i couldn't. i'll get back to that at a later time.
so i get home and get settled, and get a call from jason. it was a good thing he went back. there was a power pole floating.... there was rain everywhere and the fence was knocked over and the sidewalk was about to give way.... soooo, he had to call in carpenters for help. they got the power shut off to that pole. they were out on the sidewalk messing with the dirt and fence, when they were surrounded by not just one dog, but EIGHT of them.... a pack of them.... in downtown LA.... 4 of them were pitbulls, 2 were german shepards and the other 2 were mutts.... they completely surrounded jason and the carpenter. jason said all he could think about was how he was gonna get out of the situation.... EIGHT dogs! i mean really? that's something you'd see on Lady and the Tramp or something.... anyway.... the dogs began barking back and forth at each other. the carpenter grabbed his hammer and told jason to grab something. all jason had was a wooden stake. yeah, some good that would do....
"oooo, get away from me you big ferocious beast, or i'm gonna beat you with this stake that you'll probably snap in half of a bite!" yeah, that sounded like a great idea.... but what other option did he have? he couldn't hop a fence that wasn't upright to begin with....
anyway, whatever the dogs barked back and forth to each other, led them away.... together....
Both men were paranoid after that.... shoot, I would have been too!!!
at some point during the night (i think before all this dog mess), jason was onsite alone, and heard a man and woman yelling and screaming at each other on the other side of the fence. the boyfriend proceeded to throw all of the woman's belongings over the fence and onto his jobsite. mind you, this job site is so unsafe, they have "infra-red" (sp?) security. The security guard stays inside a little tower like place and whenever someone comes onto the property, their heat lights up on the screen and the security is supposed to call the police IMMEDIATELY! well, either the security guard is color blind, or fell asleep, or was just M.I.A, because somehow that crazed woman made it over the fence and somehow managed to find jason. she was crying hysterically and asking him for help. now those of you who know my husband, know that he wouldn't just leave this woman nor would he call the cops, but instead he helped her. he called a cab, gave the guy 10 bucks and told the driver to take her as far away as he could with the 10 bucks....
me, being me, automatically thinks, "first of all, how did the lady make her way onto your jobsite without the cops being called? so much for that stupid 'security system' they have! what a waste!" then i felt scared..... thinking, "really?! that is what he has to go through.... for work?!" i mean come on!!!! but.... he doesn't complain.... bums pooping on sheets of paper and putting them on the electrical outlets.... loose pit bulls roaming the streets at all hours of the days.... and nights.... loose PACKS OF DOGS roaming the streets.... gangsters standing in front of houses all tatted up, just waiting for you to "wear the wrong color.".... man! i mean REALLY! what job have you ever had where there is a strict color dress code because of the possibility of offending the surrounding gangs?! really?! seriously?!
ugh. it turned my stomach.... i didn't want him to go back.... EVER! but of course, the very next night, he had to go back.... only these nights weren't nearly as bad as the first....
so when you complain about your job, think about this story.... or think about the many people who don't have jobs.... many of the people who are getting let go from all that they know.... at least you're not dodging wild dogs and floating power poles.... but then i thought about how the military wives (and husbands) must feel.... their husbands and/or wives are out there, gone for days.... in an entirely different country.... dodging bullets, and bombs.... and they can't even call home.... UGH!!!
i guess it really is true.... it could always be worse....
.... but i still don't want my husband in that kind of area.... at all!! especially at night!!!
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