Turn About is Fair Play

Some of the beauty of Gelnaw's law is that on rare occasion, it actually works to one's advantage.  

This last week, work finally started on the project that I've been waiting on in Central Utah.  I have little doubt that it started merely because my supervisors and I got tired of waiting around and instead had me go back to Vernal.  The night before I left to go back to Vernal, I had spoken with several people in charge of the project, who all regrettably told me that it would not be going ahead the next day and that, as usual, the day after was uncertain.  

Therefore, bright and early, I pack up my things and did the 2.5 hour drive back to Vernal.  Within an hour of getting there however, I got the call from the foreman that they were in fact going to be starting excavation right away.  Not in a couple of days, not tomorrow, but that very minute!  Very well, I hopped back into the Jeep and drove another 2.5 hours back in the direction in which I'd come.  I am certain that if I had not left, then I'd still be waiting for the project to get underway.

Meditations

I can't work and I can't leave

And I've no where to go before I sleep

Being in Utah kind of sucks right now.  I am in a tiny, coal mining town called Price, and in about 3 hours you can do just about everything there is to do in town without getting paid for it.  The problem is that I'm not getting paid, not nearly enough anyway.  Monday was the only day this week that I got full hours in.  The rest of the week has been comprised of just killing time.  Monday was spent in Moab, the La Sal mountains, and Big Indian Valley.  Tuesday I just drove back to Vernal.  The drive was awfully scenic, but the visual impact of huge, exposed rock faces is somewhat diminished on me.  I was supposed to start monitoring a road cut on Wednesday, but that project has been put off and put off, day by day with no indication of when it might actually start.  The frustration is that I can't really go and do anything else.   I have reports that I can help write, but that is so mind numbingly tedious that I'd almost rather waste my time than work on them.  

   I'm trying to fill the time.  I've gone prospecting in the morisson formation and checked out the Cleveland-Loyd dinosaur quarry, but I really wish I could go home.  Had I gone home last week I could say that I really wanted to because I actually had someone to go back to this time, but as with all my relationships, she dumped me because I'm away too much.  This is why I never like to talk about my relationships.  Don't ask me to choose between you and my work, because I won't choose you.  The frustration this time though is that I'm choosing between a pretty girl who digs me and doing absolutely nothing!   I didn't choose nothing, it was thrust upon me.  Nothing is a surprisingly big thing to deal with.

  Okay, that's enough for this overly emotional post.