Well, the journey through the wilderness for our family has begun. I made the solitary trek from Grover to Sheridan two weeks ago. The road was long and full of anticipation. Anxiety fueled me through the first week. Jackson Electric is a real mans job. There has been little orientation, it's a learn as you go job. For instance, the truck they gave me (see picture above) was low on gas. I asked the apprentice,"where do I go to get gas?" The Holiday station or the Coop he answered. I chose the Holiday (better goodies). So I pump the gas into my ford 3/4 ton with a v-10 Triton, and go in to charge the fuel. The gal at the counter (assistant manager) looked at me like I was green. I was handed a phone and had to call Alecia (the Secretary whose name I get wrong every time) for help. You need a card for that, she said, do I have one? no. The shop Foreman thought that was so funny.
The work I have done so far has been right up my ally, and I worry less about being able to hang in there.
I was given Monday off work so I could could make the Marathon home to sign papers on our Grover house and pick up a load of stuff to move back. Well its late and I have an early wake up so bye for now.
3 comments:
Hello Dad. I hope you are finding your life up there agreeable!
That was Sarah. It will not just let me put my name.
Hey! I just discovered you had a blog. I noticed in the larsennews website a little box by 'John's Blog' Wow. Nice to hear how everything is going for you - keep posting!
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