True Grit

True Grit is a play on words. I work on a machine that unwinds, flexes then rewinds large sanding belts for the company that makes tape, post it, and other things. It truly is a boring job that I did not have in mind, when I graduated from high school. I have stumbled, bumbled, and fumbled my way here. I am only a temp worker and hoping to get hired so I can get benefits and higher pay. I look at the older workers around me with 20-30 years on the job and I cringe. It's a life sucking, mind numbing existence.

I am enough of a grown up to realize that I can't keep pissing away chances in life. I have done that too many times in relationships and jobs. I have a worthless degree that I owe a third world countries debt on. I am really tired tonight. I can't wait for this weekend, Memorial Day. The weather will be bad as usual.

I get to see my daughter on June 8th. She is coming for a visit. I sent her a pair of the trendy Heelies. They are tennis shoes with skates built into them, only $59.99 while supplies last. I try to make up for the lack of time I spend with her with presents. It's sad and the same thing my father did with me.

A salesman's son

Cat's in the cradle
He's gone for a week
North and South Dakota

Too tired tonight, just a drink
Sits in his chair
All in the Family

Next week Wisconsin
Sorry about the game
He missed another one


peace

dumbdavid