Ick

I think I remembered why after last year's shutdown I swore I'd never work another one: because it sucks. Oh yeah. Big time suckage.

Maybe it's because the whole day is spent painting the floors and getting filthy; that certainly has something to do with it. And for some reason shutdown week is always the week where it's the hottest and stickiest in that place. So I left there today dirty and sticky and feeling really icky. All I wanted to do was come home and take a shower, and that's pretty much all I did. Cooter wanted me to come over and go four-wheeling with him, but I just didn't feel like it. I was tired and a little grumpy and feeling more than a little anti-social. Of course, it doesn't help that I'm working with Bob, and while he and I get along pretty well normally ... being on his painting crew is a pain in the ass, and he turns into El Commodante, which is to say he's kind of a dickhead.

Well, only three more days of it. I can last.

Since this last weekend I was about as asocial as a person can be, I got some follow-up from Cooter on the other situation. Apparently, since I called Deb only the once and she's called here ... let's see ... ten times, she thinks I'm mad at her or something. I'm not mad at her, but it wouldn't hurt if she backed off at least a little bit. That's like ten times in a two day span, mind you. That's even more than Jen at her most aggressive. And that would be great if I felt even the tiniest little spark of interest, but I just don't. In the past I'd probably try it out anyway, and go through the motions, but I might not have it in me to go through the motions anymore. At least it seems that way.

Last week when I met her Cooter's mom was also there (the two of them are friends), and Cooter's mom is kind of a hoot. Both she and Cooter (and Amy, too) were pestering Deb because she was being all quiet and stuff and not talking to me, at least not right off. And Cooter's mom is kind of a hoot, for an older lady, and while I was down helping Cooter move some branches while he was trying to mow through the jungle that's the backyard over there she said something about her and I going skinny-dipping in some pond that's out there in the woods. You know, just kidding.

Today Cooter told me that Deb yelled at his mom later about that. "Don't you ask him to go skinny-dipping again. That's *my* man!"

Yikes.

So feeling in a mood already by that point this morning, I said, "Hey, you know what? I'll go skinny-dipping with your mom or ANYBODY ELSE I frikking feel like it."

I'm not anybody's man. Yet. When I am, I'll be sure to let y'all know.