I've journaled for several years now. I have over a dozen volumes of the stuff. But for once, I want to share something that I journaled the other day. It says a lot about how I feel right now. Here goes...
I like getting dirty at work. I like the oil and coolant and the funky industrial smells of the factory. I like the filth under my nails and the cuts on my fingers. I like going out to public places without showering after work, smelling like a 'working man'. Now I get to move into maintenance and make machines run. I can honestly say, That Is Fucking COOL! I love it! I really do. All through my childhood people acknowledged my intelligence and creativity and tried to push me into a more professional track. But this, this I love. And right now I feel really good about moving out west and starting over. I may need money, but I feel good about who I am and what I do. And I feel happy that I figured this out fairly early on in my life. And I feel glad that I worked the office scene first so that I can truly appreciate what I've got now. I'm a dirty, smelly, working man.
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Dude, I concur! A guy who works and looks like it is what this country is about! Anyone who says otherwise is a welfare load or a snob. Both of them can kiss my ass!
Well this desk jockey here is jealous. I wish I could burn all this fucking paperwork and just work on the job site. Okay, I think this calls for a full-fledged rant.
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