Posted this today, saying, I miss my friends who would laugh while getting me out of my messes. And messes I did get into as a FPL meter reader for a year. The job was only for a year and a month, coming to an end as the Smart meters were finally installed, cutting the meter reading force down to a few of the long timers.
Safety and speed were the oil and vinegar under which we mixed. Often in my haste, I would make rash decisions that proved costly. This was one such incident that took two vehicles to get me out. The fellows were always good natured about it,me being the old guy who needed help, the source of much ribbing.
But, there is ribbing and good ribbing. This ribbing I could take.
It was the ideal job for the time it lasted. Suited my personality to a tee. Out and about, reading a route, seeing countless photo possibilities. Being there when weather changed, when things happened.
After the first few months of total confusion and frustration, like Bill said, things did improve greatly.
It was pure joy in the fall to walk the route downtown and in the neighborhoods, making friends along the way.
Today, January 14th, Melanie is about to go to Gainesville to a dermatologist to get her big toe checked she thinks has a melanoma due to radiation from 2009 H1N1 ordeal. We pray not.
I am to work at the gallery from 1-5, otherwise I would go with her.
We wound up ordering Kens BBQ last evening instead of going out to Longhorn. We were still full from the Shirley's we had at lunch. It is raining steady here and so the gallery will be a slow venture.
Peace out.
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