Before I started keeping this blog, I vowed to myself that I would never post a truly venty and complain-y post. I thought I could get above all that stuff, at least in writing. Yesterday's post was definitely venty. After I got a little sleep I was a much better person to be around and had I waited a few hours to write something here in my free web-space, (because believe me, these days if it's not free, it must be either food or toilet paper or diapers...or coffee for us to be paying for it) I guarantee that the tone of my entry would have been different.

For one thing, I never would have picked on Axel the cat. That cat might actually be older than me, he deserves a little consideration. And I am fairly certain that he can barf at will. For another I would have tried harder not to ramble so much about numbers and time frames, they are at least to me, boring. Okay, now on to something else.

I feel like I only saw my son Austin for a few minutes today (during the normal waking hours) and that makes me sad. I saw lots of parents with their kids while I was working in the cheese-mines and it made me miss Austin terribly. I wanted to walk up to these parents and tell them that they should enjoy this time they get to spend with their kids, but I need to keep this job and so somehow I was able to keep my mouth shut.

I think about David and Austin a lot at work and I want to talk to them but then I get nervous when David gives me a call. I always imagine the worst. On one of my first nights working, David gave me a call when I was on break. I heard my name paged over the intercom, but couldn't remember how to make the overly complicated phone system work, because in my head I was trying to figure out if David was calling me on his way to the hospital or after he got to it as I have a very, very active imagination. I looked around and there was another employee out back, just about to step into the bathroom. I grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled, "Answer the phone!'. He looked scared, but he answered the phone for me. I don't even think I said thank you. Obviously, when I am busy imagining, I do not have very good manners.