WORK! WORK! WORK!

I owe I owe so its off to work I go.


For 18 years I worked for the biggest power company in Florida. I started out performing safety inspections on, what is called Barehand aerial devices. These types of equipment are the ones that take electric line workers up between 50 and 120 feet in the air to perform repairs and maintenance on 500 kilovolt energized power line. In order to be a certified barehand inspector you have to walk their walk so I had to actually go up 100 feet in the air standing in a personnel bucket wearing metallic overalls and grab hold of the energized 500 thousand volt power line. Now that will pucker up any ones sphincter and every other orifice you may have available. It’s a bird on a wire kind of thing but it does tingle a bit.
To be totally honest I really liked the work.

After 5 years of feeling like a buzz box and loving it I was promoted to a supervisor, or as I liked calling it a well paid baby sitter. Accepting my new post was great for the ego and the bank account but not nearly as much fun because now I had 14 people under my command all men with big egos. Holly shit did I not know what I was in for. I found that it takes a certain kind of person to juggle egos, personalities, and sometimes friendships, especially when it came time for performance reviews. I fucking hated it more then anything I ever had to do and I had to do it twice a year for the next 13 years.
For all 18 years of my employment I received outstanding reviews making it difficult for me to as I looked at it, trash someone for not performing exactly the way the corporation expected them to. Don’t get me wrong if one of my employees lack of performance made other workers jobs harder I most definitely let him/her know about it. The problem with this corporation is that the performance review criteria is the same for all; from the upper management types to the first year ditch digger. Within this criteria there are even more roles. These roles are unwritten. For example, when the upper management type saves the corp. a ton of money he/she gets the Oscar but when the first year employee digs the perfect ditch in record time he will only get a runner up reward. Why’s that you ask well because as it was told to me more then once, if you give them the Oscar now what will they have to shoot for next year. That is so fucking bullshit.
After all those years of me not being able to swallow what the corporation was feeding me and even though I still received great reviews I believed the people above me had their fill of me so I left the company to go into business with my two children.

Having my own business with my children was for me a wet dream I always had. After three years the dream got a bit sticky. We had a great time and for the first year and a half the business was moving along great. Then the big black cloud rolled in and decided to make a home over our business.
The first thing to happen was my wife finally had her fill of me and wanted a divorce.
This was not a big shock and she was correct in wanting to dump my ass as I stated in my first blog.
The second thing to happen was, and this puts tears in my eyes every time I think about it, my daughter, my baby girl, told us she had breast cancer. That will knock the wind clean out of you. I can’t talk about it because this keyboard would short out . She is fine now and that is all that really matters.
Then my son almost got killed in a car accident. He is also fine. The protecting drunks and babies thing comes to mind.
Then the main/state road leading to the business went under construction, for over 2 years, making it dangerous for people wanting to patronize my business. (Really big corporation).
Finally the last straw was the economy. Need I say more! (The biggest of corporations). Needless to say I had to close the business.
My baby girl had already left, doctors orders, and my son found another job. I on the other hand was now jobless at 56 years old.

For the 18 years with the power company and the three years working for myself I never called in sick, yes not one sick day. Now I found myself home climbing the walls without work. With the economy the way it is my only option was to contact the power company for a job. That was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I did it and they told me they would be crazy not to take me back. So its back to work I go.

My new job will be writing vehicle/equipment safety letters and as it was told to me, other special projects. That is cool with me and why you might ask. Well, first I have zero employees and second I work in a office building that has a lot of women in it, some hot and the others even hotter. I’m sure my ability to concentrate on work will be my biggest issue.

I really don’t know why I am putting this in a sex blog except every time I think about it the word fucked does come to mind.

Just a side note: The Florida power company that has been all over the national news because of a Huge power outage at one of its 2 Nuclear plants, yes you guessed it, one in the same. Black cloud hmmm!!!