We've been working up in Marshalls Creek, right about where 209, I-80 and 447 meet. We have a good sytem going, but it's still kinda boring for me. Jon prunes from the bucket, Jake from the ground, and I gather and chip. It's very mindless work. I try watching what they are doing at times, but usually spend most of the day alone with the voices. It rained almost all day on us today (9 hour day to boot) our dry spell was when we first started.
ANYWAY, I was thinking about Kevin's journal for a little bit. The response was anonymous, so there's a chance it wasn't who he claimed to be, but either way, you need to be a pretty big dick to trash someone on their own journal. That's just not the kind of thing people should be posting in a public place. It's fine that you feel that way, and posting it in your own private journal is still not as bad. My dear friend Anya has it down perfectly. She posts what she feels, but usues pronouns rather than names. IF you know her and know her life, you know who she's talking about and understand, because you are probably someone she would have told it to in person. If you don't know anyone you can't just read it and find a lot of bad things about a person.
Kevin is likely the best roommate I ever had in college, sadly it just wasn't working out for him. Sorry man, maybe I could have kept you going if that hadn't been such a bad semester for me. Personally, I'm a bit jealous of him. He's got a job he seems to like well enough, he's got a great girl, and seems to be doing fairly well for himself.
The internet started out as the free exchange of information and ideas. Now that I've seen every scrap of porn that's existed, EVER. all that's left is some information, and a lot of people bitching about other people to a big audience to make themselves feel better. There's nothing quite like taking someone down a peg and oloking the victim while you do it so that dozens to hundreds of strangers will feel sorry for you.
Kev, call me, let's do somethiwg over the 4th, or at least that weekend. Bartlett has a rule that you only get the paid vacation day if you work the day before and the day after it. The other guys will be in on the 3rd, and I'm trying to save to move out and get a new truck, so I'll work every day I can. Jake actually asked me to help him with some side work, so that must mean I'm doing pretty well.
I don't qualify for vacation days till 90 days which will be: July 17th.
It sucks to be me.