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pinksonia I'd forgotten what spending time off in a hotel was like. My company, and I believe a large proportion of field archaeologists, work on a ten-day on four-day off schedule instead of the traditional five-day work week enjoyed by much of the rest of the world. However, when you take vacation, the time off is reckoned on a five-day schedule. Therefore, you get more bang for your buck, as it were, if you take off five days at a time. Which is what I did. This however meant that when I came back I was on the opposite ten day as the crew I was working with before. I asked to be switched back and my former crew chief requested (or as he put it threw a fit) to have me back, so I found my self working a five and two in Meridian, MS because there are not enough cars for me to drive back to New Orleans for my days off. Tomorrow, the new crew coming up with swing by and pick me up at the hotel here and I will start a new ten-day with them.
So I'm pretty bored. The last time I had off in a hotel, was back before I had officially moved to New Orleans. That meant that I always had my personal car available to me at the hotel. If I wanted to see the sites, take in a movie, or even just pick up some food for lunch I could just go. This weekend, the cars have all be out with the crew in the field (as they should be) so I have been trapped in the hotel. Well, at least I finished cross-stiching a whole ornament. Only four to go.
Now, find out that the crew-chief who requested me back is off to another project. *Pout* We've become quite the little insular group on this project what with the decree that no one was aloud to join or leave unless they left the company. It seems that decree is now gone, as people are both joining and leaving the project. I'm going to miss our strange little group despite the fact that we will all still be around the company. Well at least now I get to lead a crew, a crew which hopefully with not include Creepy McCreepster the hotel stalker.
So I'm pretty bored. The last time I had off in a hotel, was back before I had officially moved to New Orleans. That meant that I always had my personal car available to me at the hotel. If I wanted to see the sites, take in a movie, or even just pick up some food for lunch I could just go. This weekend, the cars have all be out with the crew in the field (as they should be) so I have been trapped in the hotel. Well, at least I finished cross-stiching a whole ornament. Only four to go.
Now, find out that the crew-chief who requested me back is off to another project. *Pout* We've become quite the little insular group on this project what with the decree that no one was aloud to join or leave unless they left the company. It seems that decree is now gone, as people are both joining and leaving the project. I'm going to miss our strange little group despite the fact that we will all still be around the company. Well at least now I get to lead a crew, a crew which hopefully with not include Creepy McCreepster the hotel stalker.
