Disregard all that happy, mushy gushing about going home. It turns out that I am needed at a location in North Dakota. In the morning, I am traveling to that site. I am staying in the hotel at the casino and heading home Thursday. I hope to be home by Thursday afternoon, but at this moment, I can't say that something else will not come up to delay my return home. I am disappointed, but that is part of the job responsibility. I will be home when I get home, and whining, complaining, or cursing the situation is neither going to make me feel better about being away from my family, nor going to get me home any faster. That's life.
I will stay in the hotel one more night. We are watching our overtime hours, and because of that, I will very likely be in hotels more than I have been in the last few years. I don't know how that translates, but am guessing that I will be in a hotel at least every few weeks, if only for one night here and there. It doesn't make college assignments easier, but I will ponder that difficulty and find a workable solution in good time... whatever that means.
I have been sitting at this computer, working for six hours. It is time to log off and try to sleep so I can drive in the morning. The next stop is five hours away. I will finish the work and check into the hotel once again. From there, home is about another five hours away on Thursday.
I do not want to wish my life away, but in my mind, I am counting the hours until I am home again.
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