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How my job is trying to kill me
One of the pipeline guys came out to the site today to inform us that we are no longer allowed to use the road that leads to the field we are in because it is not in the right-of-way. Instead we have to take our SUV's (which don't have four wheel drive) through the ditch along the side of the main road. At different times, both of the back tires lifted completely off the ground. And I'm talking a foot off the ground. So. Not. Cool. In fact, possibly the most dangerous thing I've ever been told to do. Really just waiting for the entire car to tip over.
On a more fan-girly front, a letter:
Dear Jerry Bruckhiemer,
Forcing me to watch a second of your shows by having continuing story-lines from one to the other is not going to work. You've had your warning. Do it again and I leave completely.
Disappointedly,
Allison
And finally, does anyone else have an unnatural fondness for trashy-romance novellas that have to do with Christmas? No? Just me? Oh well.
On a more fan-girly front, a letter:
Dear Jerry Bruckhiemer,
Forcing me to watch a second of your shows by having continuing story-lines from one to the other is not going to work. You've had your warning. Do it again and I leave completely.
Disappointedly,
Allison
And finally, does anyone else have an unnatural fondness for trashy-romance novellas that have to do with Christmas? No? Just me? Oh well.