C'est La Vie

I haven't been home since Monday afternoon. I miss my boys. I miss my pups. I miss my lake, and my bed. I'm trying to get home tonight, but there is a simply impossible situation going on at work. Usually when I come up north to Kittery, I make plans to leave at the latest by 2pm. That allows for ease of travelling the horrendous summer traffic on 495, (on which I've seen the most terrible accidents recently), and gets me home at a decent time. But I'll be LUCKY to be done by 5pm today. I won't leave at 5, because of traffic, most likely I will wait until 6pm or later, which gets me home about 9pm, and later if I leave later. That is if everything is completed that must be completed today. I should probably stay another night, but I am tired of the Hampton Inn, (I was awake at 1:30 am this morning, and didn't fall asleep for HOURS and watched BBC sitcoms, which I so wasn't in the mood for).

Paul leaves for California tomorrow. I want to cuddle before he leaves. I already miss him, and am not looking forward to him being gone. A couple days during the week I can do, without batting an eye, but weekends without Paul are like coffee without cream. Which I don't like, and drink tea instead. I told him the situation, and he understands. He doesn't like it, but he understands. I will be home late tonight, if at all.

The subcontractors working in these units here don't speak english. They are Chzekoslavakian (sp?). If I want them to do something I have to pick up the telephone and call their supervisor, who is in another state somewhere on another job, who is also a Chzeck, but speaks english, and he calls them and gives them my instructions. They are working hard and it is brutally hot. I stand around and tell them what to do. I know they hate me. But I was guaranteed that they would be finished by later today, and am seriously doubting that acheivment. Which is why I don't know if I'll be home tonight. I'm also uncomfortable, because in the interest of expediency, there are some lapses in safety protocols. I'm also providing a product, of which I am not proud, back to my company. This is the best I can do in this situation and I am not happy about it. The design for these conversions, and most of the prior construction was not handled by me, but now it seems I am to finish them up and hand them over, and it's embarrassing. I really don't want my name connected with this mess.

Okay, well thats all I got for today. Not much, I know. I'm hoping for some company this weekend.

Peace.