Nearly three months down. I'm making money, but can't seem to enjoy it. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to hallucinate wiring operator interface terminals or testing junction boxes for a bit...it's the only thing I really enjoy. Whee...
Oh, and I'm slowly developing a passionate hatred of commercial radio in my area. Country music is a cesspool of pickup trucks, boots, jiggling breasts, and drunken sex. Songs are repeated five times within a shift. Perhaps their intended audience is supposed to be drunk enough to not notice. On a more general note, the only way the voice-tracking on the local I Heart Clear Channel stations could be more obviously robotic is if it were spoken by Paul, Tom, and Donna. Oh, wait, their announcements change, and they're less disingenuous about being synthetic. (I'm referencing the synthesized voices on KHB59. Paul does station identification, Tom does general weather announcements, and Donna does marine forecasts.) I have nothing else to occupy my mind with.
I can't go on about just how maddening it is (or take the co-workers' radio and spike it) lest I lose my job. I have a plan that involves rebroadcasting Pandora or Spotify, which means that everyone can have a two-hour block of random music of their favorite genre played on the radios (which would be tuned to the low-power FM transmitter's broadcast), which should make everyone something other than unhappy...but I need to convince everyone that it's a good idea. Hmm.
I am the only US citizen left in the power systems courses. Let that sink in for a bit. No one else from around here cares about vital infrastructure enough to take this course. I'm also ready to collapse by the time I get to campus, the trip over from work just doesn't give me enough deco time. At least it will all be over in May.
Well, nothing's being done here. I'm too tired to form mental images beyond abstract scribbles. I want to finish the group shot, draw an unhappy Tankaa being hugged by Colin while fangirls squee, and finish those ship designs. I'd like to write down more of the ideas I have...there are so many things I'd love to speculate about, ranging from the Wayward Wyverns to why Tankaa and Ori are who they are. Will I ever...?
I just want to collapse and sleep forever, but I can't do that. Maybe I'll see about having my hours pared back.