You've Got to Get Up Pretty Early to Beat a Nazi Dictator

Apologies for the slacking, been too darn busy at work lately to bang one out. Get a couple hours of freedom, then hit the sack and do it over again. I figure I can keep it up for a couple more months, pay for an engine rebuild, throw a few bills at cold storage 2, then look for new opportunities when the Iowa summer comes alive. 2010, a pivotal summer to be sure.

I may have mentioned this theory before, but batting it around recently at the PL with Ben brings it back to the top of the heap. Lots was discussed, including "lucky money". There are those that think they should get paid more no matter what they currently make; these people tend to complain incessently about everything. But on the flip side there are those making average incomes for work the individual feels they're being over-paid for. Lucky Money. The more I think about it though, it comes down to the worker's mentality because let's be honest, you can lose a ten dollar bill on a can of good coffee and a loaf of bread, and the more I look around, the more I realize how little work ethic and honest skillset is available on the market. And while flipping burgers at McD's may be the cliché'd pissant job, someone that digs ditches for a living in the summer heat might think a clean uniform and air conditioning for minimum wage is Lucky Money. Perspective I guess.

Had a grand weekend- after an atypical Thursday night out, I was starting to drag by the time I got home Friday at 6. Picked up Cara and stopped at the parents, who were back from their lengthy excursion down South. Nothing ground-breaking to note in the few minutes I was there; swapped stories, then bustled back to the apt to change. Made it downtown at 8 and met up with Ben at Toad's for a gut-busting chicken sandwich and frosty mugs of Coors (ahem, light). After dinner the three of us dropped in on the PL for a drink and were appalled at the scene- the place was loaded with 20-somethings and the roar of conversation and tunes on the juke was deafening. Ben, no doubt tired from standing at the bar, took his leave with us nipping at his heels. No sleeping in Saturday, had a job to do.

Up with the alarm, dressed, coffee at kwikstar and on the road. Spent the day helping a friend sheetrock a ceiling…. 3 scaffolds up! Perfect day for it as the weather was generally gray all day so no loss on outside activities. By dark we had the final panels up and I pointed the Blazer back towards CF. Got home, toiled at some design, then passed out.