Palm tree love…and snow

The 12 degree weather coming into work at 6:00 am is pretty brutal.  It is so early in the morning that I don’t even bother with trying to fix my makeup.  My co-workers get the pleasure of my naked face, and my hair in my usual pseudo-bun.

One good thing about getting older, is that I don’t feel I need to impress anyone with how I look (still looking presentable though).  Why didn’t I understand this in my 20’s?


Another thing that I would like to mention is that my mom crocheted my scarf in the photo above- where I am half asleep.  Crocheted scarfs are the warmest scarfs I have found.  I definitely recommend learning how to make one, or convince your mom to make one (like I did!).

Thursday started off to be a crap day from the beginning.  My “female only” bathroom in my office trailer had been hooked up, and the boss came running in asking to use it.  I said ok, because I understand bathroom emergencies.  Never again.

He clogged the toilet, and the water came up and wouldn’t stop!  The trailer flooded, and since the trailer wasn’t put up exactly level, water flowed throughout the trailer.  It took three guys to clean and fix the mess.  Neither of the guys in the picture below are the culprit, I just took a picture of the aftermath.  After that, the day was pretty much over.


Since the day was pretty shot from the flooding bathroom incident, I started my beach scene on my whiteboard in the office.  I googled how to draw a palm tree and followed the instructions.  I don’t think it turned out too bad.


We were in the middle of this snow storm, and we got about 3 feet of snow.  The drifts are higher, of course.  All of this snow has me planning my next fieldtrip.  I looked up several places, and so far they are all closed for the season.  Guess I will just have to travel south again on my days off, or when I can get out of the driveway due to snow.


The picture above is just because I thought the sky was pretty.  The picture below was driving into work yesterday.


My Newest Adventure

Per my usual journey through life, I have completely taken the unexpected and “Are you crazy?” path.

First, I feel that a little background information is required.  For several years, I have been offered a job with a company doing field work on their job sites that are building natural gas compressor stations.  I have continuously declined the offer, until now.

I accepted the job only because it will help tremendously with reaching a few of my financial goals within the next year.  So here I am, outside of Washington, DC, working on a compressor station as the only female.  The job is for one year, and I am really hoping I can make it the entire year.  It is 11 days on, and three days off.

I have been here since the first of the year, and I can say that I haven’t seen my neighborhood in the daylight yet.  Dark when I leave for work, and dark when I get back.  I know how my Dad felt all those years.  I am exhausted by 7:00 pm and trying to stay awake just to eat dinner.  My life will be drastically different for the next year, and I hope all of this will be worth it long term.  I took this picture leaving work one night.


My friends keep texting and messaging me to check and see if I am doing ok.  It is pretty funny!  I guess they are worried about my mental state for even being here!  I am not a boots type of person, and my new required steel-toed boots aren’t as bad as I thought they would be.


I also have my own hardhat.  My friends have been asking for a picture with me in all my hi-vis safety gear.  Since I am the only female, I have to have my own bathroom per labor laws (I think labor laws).  So I use the main bathroom on site.  Which from the looks of it, hasn’t ever had a female in it.  I thought I would take a picture in the dirty mirror of my hardhat, and this is how short I am compared to the mirror…It really made me laugh.  If I got closer to the sink,you could only see the very top of my hat.


I would really like a palm tree to put in the corner of my office.  I am having to settle for my Carolina Coast calendar.


Tomorrow is my first day off, and I am going to head down south for the weekend just to reset my patience.  Working with all men…let me just say, I feel like I am in the middle of a 13 year old boys locker room.  I keep telling myself that this adventure will put me exactly where I want to end up and it is only for a year.  Even my alarm clock reminds me when it goes off in the morning.

I want to join the DC swing community while I am here, but I am not sure I have the energy yet.  I am not used to getting up at 5:10 am just yet.  Hopefully, my body will adjust soon so I can have some sort of life outside of work.  I also have a list of places in the area that I want to visit for field trips once I have days off.