Saberius

Happy New Year to all. 'nuff said.

So, I turn the big Four-Oh next week. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it to be honest, guess it can't be worse than being 35, or 30 or something.. It's just another day, I haven't celebrated my birthday since my daughter's birth, they fall so close together that she was, and has been the primary birthday celebratee and overrides my own. Speaking of, I see my kids for my eldest daughter's birthday and fly down Friday. They grow so fast, and it's already been two years since the separation. Divorce papers get officially signed and finalized next Tuesday. Again, it feels like the close of another chapter, but really, it's been two y

So, we have a new office now. Being a shift-worker, and preferring to work on my own on without all the need for supervision, [read: some know-it-all peering over your shoulder like a damn hawk, or a hundred diffrent people walking past your desk whilst you are trying to work], I fail to see the reasoning behind the Management's insistence that we move to the larger, common, less secure work area. Most shift-workers on the graveyard shifts do not mix well with...well... other humans. As a rule, we do not play well with others. They say that we should be in a more social environment, and deal with other fellow staff. Great, okay... but we