I am working . . . sort of . . . maybe . . . .

I’m having a difficult time concentrating today. It’s very busy around me at work today, and probably for the rest of this week.  My department here does all the paperwork to make sure that a plane is certified to fly—that all the hoops have been jumped through and all the loose ends tied up.  There’s … Continue reading “I am working . . . sort of . . . maybe . . . .”

I’m having a difficult time concentrating today.

It’s very busy around me at work today, and probably for the rest of this week.  My department here does all the paperwork to make sure that a plane is certified to fly—that all the hoops have been jumped through and all the loose ends tied up.  There’s a lot of paperwork involved in this and that’s what the people sitting around me do all day long.  Especially when a plane is trying to fly and the customer is waiting for the delivery.  Currently, we have about five aircraft that are in that position.  They’re all nearing that point where they receive their “STC” and everybody’s happy.  Until they STC, though, it’s a mad-house around here.  And because I’m not an engineer or certified in any aircraft documentation, all I do is make sure that the documents end up in the right places.  Photocopies are made, scans saved, originals archived.  It’s important, but not all that complicated, and I can’t do anything until the paperwork is completed and handed over to me.  So I’m sitting around a lot of the time, waiting for these papers that are going to show up eventually.  Once I have them, I work quickly to get them off my desk and to where they should go.  But until then, I’m just waiting.

I have a project that I’m working on in my dull moments—scanning old reference documents into a folder so we can actually find what we’re looking for instead of pawing through three-ring binders.  It’s a very, very dull project.

So I’m avoiding it for a couple minutes while I write this.

Justin stayed home from work today.  He woke up with a migraine.  I’ve never had a full-blown migraine, for which I’m very thankful, but I understand that they are horribly uncomfortable.  So I got him some Advil, closed the blinds and the bedroom door so it was dark in the bedroom, and drove myself to work.  In Justin’s car.  So he’s not going anywhere, even if he does start to feel better.  And since I talked with him at noon and he still hadn’t moved from the bedroom, I don’t think he’s going to be feeling much better today.

It was strange, though, driving myself to work today.  I had to park and . . . oh, I really hope I remembered to turn off the headlights.  And I’ll have to work until 6:00 and drive myself home again, working a longer shift even though I’m providing my own transportation, because I don’t feel like shorting myself an hour for the week.

Ten hours a day at this job makes for a very long day most days.  Actually, I bet 10-hour work days are long anywhere you’re working.

I keep thinking about our move in August.  We are both so excited!  Justin stopped to visit our landlady yesterday after work and got paperwork from her and paid an initial deposit (not the security, just a holder, basically).  They sat and chatted about the place and random stuff for a while.  She is a lovely lady.  And she’s happy that we’re interested in doing improvements to the yard.  So happy, in fact, that she might help pay for those improvements.  So now, not only have I been mentally rearranging our furniture into the townhouse, I’ve been redoing the lawn.  And Justin’s a happy man because he gets so bored living in a place where he can’t actually do any improvements.  A landlady who is encouraging of keeping this place at tip-top shape and improving things to keep it so is very exciting.

Plus a nice pool!  One where, hopefully, there aren’t pop tabs and trash floating.

We went swimming yesterday.  Besides the random things floating in the water, it was quite lovely.

I’ve even been mapping out how far it would take to run around to different places in the new neighborhood.  And biking to different places.  And what sorts of events we could find in town.

If I can manage to put this much excitement into packing up all our stuff, this move will be a breeze!

And now I really do need to find employment in the Bluffton area.  

And, if I plan to actually hang on to my current employment until then, I should probably get back to work.