The weekend is here finally; my new shift has me working 10 hours days with Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. I am not complaining about the new shift mind you my job is really not that hard at all. Mostly all the people who I get are computer technicians which makes it easier for me to do my job with out pulling my hair out. As well we are troubleshooting notebooks which makes it even better because there are only so many things you can trouble shoot for before you have to send a part and a tech to put in said part. Plus as an added bonus at the end of the day I sign off the phone and just leave no bullshit to put up with. So on the home front everything is settling down thank god because if not I was on the verge of freaking out or walking into traffic, grinds you down after awhile I guess. So I am looking forward to relaxing this weekend and spending some much needed quality time my the love of my life.

Getting very tired of this whole situation the last couple of weeks everything I do seems to scrutinized and if I go near the computer I have an audience every single god damn fucking time. I feel like a ball of seething rage that is starting to build up inside of me. I am very tired of be accused of something that I have not done and if it keeps up I may just start doing these things so then I guess the other person will have justification. So in short you call all fuck off.

Well now I am in training for a different contract now that my stint as a temp supervisor is over and I am bored out of my skull. Mind you the idea of going to a new contract does not bother me nor does the fact I have this week and next week to sit in a class room and get paid to do nothing. It is just the boredom and the people I am forced to endure, why is there always one of two people who has to make a comment on every single thing the instructor says? I hate those people maybe that is the only way they can get attention. There are bunch of them whom we have called the hens, and the area they sit in is now dubbed the hen pen.

Other that that everything is going good in my world, it soon be time for Daytona to kick things off so Sundays will be good old watching the race day again. Cannot wait actually some people like football and we like racing go figure hunh? Hopefully we will get to go to a race this year but if not next year for sure I hope.

So the other night I had a nightmare of sorts and here it is,

I was in a house and I was going down to the basement (possibly cellar) with a woman who was my wife although it was no body I had ever seen or recognized in my life. We had to go down an old set of wooden stairs to get to the basement and the wood had that old faded weathered look to them like they had been bleached in the sun for years. When we got to the bottom of the stirs that rich earthly smell assaulted my nose. That deep smell you get sometimes when you are digging a hole for example so rich and deep it had made my head swim. So we were going down there because our daughter was down there swimming. Now there was no pool down there but a big pit dig in the floor and the water she was swimming in was looked like hot chocolate and she was so pale swimming around in there. We the woman I was with told her she had to stop and get out because she had a temperature and need to get out before it got worse. So the young girl got out and dried off and pouted. The woman went up stairs for some reason or another leaving me alone with this young girl. She begged we to let her go back swimming for a little while longer and I was adamant I could not and picked up a long piece of wood sort of like a two by four and I had to uncontrollable urge to bring it upstairs. While I was walking up with it I heard her say she was going to tell on me, and when I reached the top I heard a mummer of her talking to someone. I stood the piece of wood upright in the corner and turned towards the door going to the basement and paused. I had a sense that there was something deathly wrong down there and I should not go. I moved towards the door slowly and stepped to the left slowly so I could get a look at the stairs. When I got close to the door a garden rake came through the air at my face. One of those flexible leaf rake but instead of being a jolly green color it was pure white. To me it looked like a hand grabbing at me. So when I ducked I felt the wind its passage go over my head and ripple the hair on the back of my neck. Down at the bottom of the stairs near the wall was a man? Standing there with a buck skin colored jacket and a back hat pulled down over his head and his collar was pulled up so I could not see his face except his Cheshire cat type of grin and the silver glow of its eyes. The handle on the rake was impossibly long and it would have been comical had it not seemed so terrifying. The little girl was looking at me solemnly and said see I told you I was going to tell, you should have let me go swimming. Then that rake/ hand reached for me again and I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my dresser 4:00 am. My heart was beating like a bass drum and I had a full body suit of goose bumps. When I closed my eyes again I felt the warm comforting feeling of sleep steal over me again and when I looked up in my dream I was standing at a angle of that doorway to the basement again. I knew I had to move but I dreaded the though of looking down there again. Finally I lurched into movement and headed to the door and looked down there. Nothing, I took at step down and grabbed the railing in my right hand and felt the wood throbbing in my hand and a sense of dread stole over my body that was so palatable I could taste it. I knew if I went down those steps I would never return and that would be the end of me. My eyes snapped open again and the clock said 4:30 am this time I was covered in a cold sweat. Not sure why this dream was so scary to me but it was strange but there you go.