A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

 

    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. 

    By special request of
zooropababy
 I will in fact up date this journal.  For those of you following along at home  (which I am quite sure is exactly four people) you will notice that I update under two circumstances: extreme boredom and employment changes.  This update involves both. 
    As my six-month employment gig at small-archaeology-firm-pennsylvania ended at the end of December, I found myself some work at much-larger-firm-Louisiana.  This necessitated my packing my worldly possessions - at least the ones I think I might possibly at some time need - in the trunk of my car and driving to Louisiana.  I am currently in a Days Inn in Birmingham, hence my boredom. Interesting parts of my trip so far include:

1. Discovering that I have watched way too much CSI, when upon locating my room in the Days Inn in Roanoke, VA my immediate thought is "I'm in murder central".  I was in fact in the last room on the floor right next to the exterior stairway leading to the parking lot.


2.  Receiving a phone call from the field supervisor while at the Alabama Welcome Center in which he informs me that he just found out that I was hired, and could I come to Georgia for January 8.  I had sudden visions of driving back to PA only to turn around and do this again next week.  Instead, I will be going on to Monroe as originally planned
   

Tonight I will have quite possibly the most interesting New Year's Eve ever, in which I sit in a hotel room and knit sweater sleeves.