I feel like it should have been me.

It's kind of amazing the things we do in life, the choices we make. We wonder why we make them, how we made them.. think about how things would be if we didn't make those choices.

But you know, there's nothing you can do once the choices you made are made. All you can do is roll with the consequences. Yeah, you'll probably regret making your decision.. decisions, but you just have to move on. Somethings will be easier to forget than others. You might wish to forget, and sometimes you will be able to. Other times, you know you won't be.

I'm not one to give much advice. I'm usually the one who seeks it out, who feels like I need it to get through the stupid shit I do. But every once in a while, yeah, I know that I'm in a position where I need to be the one to give it. Where someone is seeking out advice from me and I need to be there to give it.

No one said life was a breeze. No one said anything was easy. But you know what, sometimes we make it harder than it really is. Or maybe it is hard to deal with, but if we push on hard enough, we can make it easy to deal with. Sometimes we feel like we don't want to deal with it or we want it to be hard to deal with because it finally gives us something to be down about, to be sad and depressed or upset. Because feeling that way makes us feel human, makes us feel alive. Sometimes we need to feel like life is hard so we don't feel so fake, so we don't feel like life is so damn easy, like it's 2-D.

I believe we need to go through the hard times, it helps us learn about life. And fuck, do we have a lot to learn about life. It's so damn complex, it's amazing. Half the time, people go through it and don't even realize what they're missing. I think these people are the ones that live the sheltered lives, protected from all the things that could make one become.. "bad", I guess? Maybe that isn't exactly what I'm trying to say.. ha. People need to experience things. Sheltered lives, I think, are not good for people. We need to experience things for ourselves so we can grow as a person, gain knowledge that will get us farther in life than our parents can get us. We need to experience the hurt, the pain, so we know how to help others through it. It's all a part of life that we should have to deal with.

I was told that my mother thinks there's something wrong with me. My own mother. Yeah, right now I'm not looking too far into anything she's saying so I'm not letting it bother me too much. But that though is sticking in my mind, just as a reminder that maybe my life has become a bit more.. complex than what other's might like. It gives me the satisfaction that I'm making choices that even though they're not up to the expectations of others, of my parents, but it's making me into a woman who maybe isn't quite 2-D. There's going to be more to me than maybe others might think or expect, especially coming from the family I come from and after being raised by the parents I have.

There's some things we do that we can do absolutely nothing to take it back, to change our situation that came about as a result of what we did. And we just have to live with it for the rest of our lives. But what you decide to do with that decision, it's completely up to you. Someone very important and special to me told me this: "You're going to have to make you're decisions for you because you're the one who's going to have to live with it. In the end, when everyone else is gone, you're going to be stuck with you and it's you who you're going to have to deal with." (Probably not exactly what was said, but it was along those lines.)

You know what you need to do to carry on. Whether you want to do what you know you need to do, well, it's your choice to do it or not. You need make your decisions and choices for you.

Just remember I love you.

Illusion never changed into something real.

I dreamed last night that there was a girl who had watched myself, my sister and some of our friends and would sketch us. Her sketches looked like photographs, they were so accurate and amazing. I guess they wouldn't be sketches, more drawings or something.
There was one of me and I was standing in a corner where two brick walls met and there was a door. I was leaning on the closed door, looking at my feet. I was wearing a black jacket, converse shoes and a white t-shirt with jeans.

I looked sad and alone.

Yesterday, I put my relationship with my boyfriend on hold. I feel like shit for doing what I did to him. He was so uptight and frustrated and it broke my heart. I handled everything like an immature kid. Teenager. Irresponsible. It made me sad.

"You're one of my best friends.."
"You were my best friend. ____ (his friend he has had since high school, his best guy friend) came second to you."

Jesus fucking christ. Afterward I drove around town, got pulled over by the cops for expired registration (no ticket, thankfully) and then I headed out of town. I tried to drive to a lake that I've been to several times to take pictures, but I was too tired to drive that far. I got as far as a river crossing, where the concrete turns to gravel and pulled up beside the bridge, texted my dad where I was and curled up on the bench seat of my truck and fell asleep.
I woke up to my sister rapping on my window. She had come with my parents to bring me home. My dad drove my truck as I fell asleep in the back of my parents vehicle. I was so worn out.. I went straight to bed when I got home. I called in sick this morning for work.
I feel like a horrible piece of shit.
But maybe I'm over reacting. Who knows.

I feel like I'm going crazy. Like I'm a mess-up. The past few months have been so weird, and they're only going to get worse as I start to get my shit for college together.

Yeah.
Just sayin'.

I walk dead or alive.

So I would consider myself pretty much recovered from my incident. Kind of. Being placed in the mobile shop has been great, I love it there. The pace is so slack, I find myself being bored more than busy. My main duty is to clean all the mud and grease that has been building on the loaders for the past 9 months with a pressure washer. By the end of the day, a lot of the mud and grease that was originally on the loader has been sprayed onto me. It's an extremely dirty job, but I love it. It takes about.. 7 hours a loader? Roughly? Yeah, time goes by pretty fast in the wash bay when you're doing that job, so it's all good.
Being the only girl in the shop is cool, all the guys give me a hard time, but it's all in good fun. They're all nice to me, so there are no problems. When I'm not cleaning a loader, I'm usually just doing general clean-up around the shop or cleaning out trucks. Or painting. Man, I hate painting. It's the most boring job and where I'm painting, I'm always in the dust of semi trucks driving by. And in the sun. I'm surprised I haven't burned my arms or neck more. It gets bloody hot sometimes, though.

The only issues I still have with the whole incident is when I hear or walk through the planer, where the incident happened. The planer is across the yard from the shop and there are usually lifts of wood blocking the sound and sight of the planer but one afternoon, I suddenly realized that there was no more lifts in the yard and I could hear the familiar sounds of the machinery of the planer.. it seemed to stop me dead in the shop for a little bit. I could feel my heart racing and I could feel myself start to panic. Someone talking over the radio snapped me out of the trace but not without startling me pretty good. Walking through the planer was pretty bad, I just put my head down and shot straight through the building. I luckily don't have to deal with that place much, but when I do, it's still tough. Talking about the incident gets me a little uptight, but not like it used to.

Now that all that has been settled in my mind, of course other shit comes up. There's always something that has to make my mind go into overdrive.
Things with my boyfriend has been getting a little tiresome for me.. I don't think I'm quite ready for a relationship like what he is wanting. We've been dating for about 4 months now and he's already saying I'm the love of his life? Sure, maybe he is seriously that in love with me.. but that's pretty steep. And it scares the hell out of me. I'm only 18.. and I don't want to be thinking about settling down at all. I know for a fact that I'm not ready.
We've also been running into problems with my drinking.. the last couple times we go out and drink socially, I usually end up taking off somewhere. There was quite the incident at a wedding two nights ago.. I left the wedding and went to a friends house. My cousin got yelled at by everyone for letting me leave and she started crying. I was really upset that they were getting angry and chewing her out for something I did. Everyone apologized to her and felt bad about it, but it still upsets me.
With my boyfriend, I've been kind of distancing myself.. I may be happy to see him at first but after spending a bit of time with him, I'm usually in a distant mood.. not really mad, but almost annoyed? Not quite sure, but as a friend put it, I don't think I'm ready to have to answer to anyone just yet about what I do and everything. I know you have to work to make relationships work, but I just don't think I'm ready to be in that mind frame yet. And with a relationship, there should be a certain amount of ease as well.
I don't know.
I haven't talked to him much since the wedding at all. Haven't heard or said anything to him all day today. Yesterday, everyone seemed pretty upset about what I did at the wedding and I was feeling quite shitty. So I went for a drive by myself out west, something I love doing. I drove through the foothills to where you're not quite in the Rockies, but it's pretty damn close. The road is a small, gravel road that winds through the valleys and up and down the small, treed mountains. It's so beautiful out there, everything is so green right now. There were lots of wild flowers; Tiger Lillies and my favourite, Indian Paintbrushes. I picked some and brought them home and they're sitting in a vase on the kitchen table.

Anyways. Yeah, things are going.. maybe not too well, but it's going. We'll see what happens.

Rachel

I could really use a wish right now.

I've never felt so mentally messed up in my entire life.. so mentally unstable.

Dealing with this incident has been one of the toughest things I've ever dealt with. I don't get it, I can't take it.
I wish it would just all go away, that it never happened.

Sometimes I feel like I'm okay, like it was nothing. Then someone might mention it or talk about the mill and it'll set me off; I'll either start weeping or maybe I'll just be depressed. Yesterday I got depressed and cleaned my whole room to keep my mind busy. And believe me, you, it needed a clean. I could barely get to my bed or see any carpet. I hadn't even fully unpacked from Central America. Clothes everywhere. It took me two to three hours to clean it.
The day before I was good most of the day; I spend it at Cody's house and I helped out with the supper that his mom was organizing and inviting people over for. I was pretty happy until the incident was mentioned and I had to go take a minute in the garage.. Cody came and comforted me and tried to cheer me up. I only needed a moment to organize myself, I was fine for the rest of the evening. We went to a campground out west beside a river where we could watch the sun set behind the mountains. It was really nice.
The day before that, I weeped in Cody's car after Cody, Melissa and I came back from Olds. The incident wasn't really mentioned.. just talking about the mill. But it was enough to make my mind switch over to the thoughts of the incident and send me into tears.

I was ready to go to work today. On Thursday, I was sure I heard them say that I could work elsewhere on site other than the place where the incident occurred. I thought I wouldn't be stuck there because I was uncomfortable there.
When I arrived on site, I was nervous.. of course I would be, I wasn't expecting myself to be completely fine with going to work. I walked into the building and was standing with a supervisor as he was looking over the installation of some new conveyor belts. I was feeling alright until they turned on the belts and chains... my heart started racing and the belts were running so fast. I went and sat in the supervisors office until they were ready to talk to me. I was so uptight that they scared me and I jumped when the three people came in to talk. I was only to become even more uptight as the meeting went on.

They told me that I'd continue working at this sector and they'd have me job shadow another employee; I wasn't to touch any tools or equipment but watch and write down the hazards of the jobs I would be doing. By this point I could already feel the pressure of tears in my eyes.. this was the very news I had been dreading all weekend. Never did I want to work there and I obviously wasn't wanting to continue to stay there. It took a lot to keep from crying in that room as I listened to how they expected me to go back to the wrapper and where I got pinned sometime this week. They have installed quite a bit of safety catches now and have replaces chains and everything, but I was ready to get up and walk out.. if there is anything I'm 100% positive about, it's that I don't want to look at that machine again. Fuck that. When the meeting was over and they left me to do some computer safety work, I instantly started texting my dad, who had told me this morning if I needed any help to deal with any of this, just let him know and he'd get involved.

"I don't think I'm ready, Dad. they're keeping me at the planer and they were telling me that they'll keep me at the front end but will take me back there sometime this week but I don't want to go back there again. they were saying that they asked all the operators back there if they feel it's safe and they all agree that it is and I feel like something is wrong with me because I had the accident and somehow made it unsafe and I feel like I'm the only one and that something is wrong with me. I'm trying so hard not to cry but I can't help it. they left me in the office to do traccess but I don't want to be here."

At this point the tears started to fall. Then one of my supervisors came in and saw I was turned away from the windows and hunched in my chair. He asked if I was alright and I started sniffling and hiccuping and shook my head. I attempted to tell him that I wasn't ready to do any of it and I just ended up crying. He listened as I choked out that the conveyors and chains were making me nervous and that I didn't want to go back to the wrapper or deal with the front end. I asked for my other supervisor (I feel more comfortable with the other supervisor, I met him outside of work so I guess I know him a bit better?). He ended up bringing the site superintendent for the whole mill and he sat down with me and told me that if I'm not comfortable with the moving equipment, then maybe this job at the mill isn't right for me.

You fucking asshole. You guys kept telling me it was your fault the whole safety incident happened (not fixing the chains sooner, not properly training me, etc.) and therefore it's your fucking fault that I'm not comfortable around the conveyors and chains and now you're trying to tell me I should just quit because it's no longer convenient for you to keep me employed there? I was fine, just fine around the equipment before I almost got crushed at your stupid fucking mill.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't say a word as he said this and said that I should go home and think about what I wanted to do and they'd call me in the morning to see what I decide. So I got my stuff and went to my truck where I threw my hard hat (actually threw it) into the passenger side and ripped my safety glasses off and threw them too. I started crying really hard and called my mom. She could barely understand me, but was pretty upset when she heard what happened and what they were telling me; it wasn't fair at all. She told me to come home and we'd discuss it more then. I had stopping crying by the time I got home, but I started right back up again once I walked into the door and into my mom's arms.

"It's not fair, all they see is a crying girl and don't want to deal with it.. You're my tough cookie, I know it's hard, but you'll get through this.."

We sat on the couch and talked and then my dad phoned and we talked with him. He had been talking with everyone at the mill since he got my text. I guess they're not realizing how much this whole incident has affected me mentally and was expecting me to be able to work right away. My mom also talked to a counselor and set up a time for me to go in on Wednesday.. I don't really like the idea of having to go see a counselor. It's something to prove that I actually need help to get over this. She called the doctors office too to see if we could get a doctors note so I could get a paid leave for this week, so I wouldn't have to go into work until after at least one session with the counselor.

I'm not too sure how many people realize how bad this whole thing has been affecting my mind. I can sleep pretty solid.. I've gotten over the whole shock of the situation... but I can't even explain why I feel like this. Part of me wants to say I don't even know why I am still so mentally affected. It's all so.. messed up. This whole thing is so messed up.

About three hours later, the site superintendent phoned and said they had a different position for me to work on site: they could stick me into the mechanic's shop washing equipment for the mechanics so they don't have to work on dirty, muddy equipment. They hired a summer person for it last year, but overlooked it this year. It's the same wage and everything and it wasn't the planer, so of course I accepted it. He asked if I could come in this afternoon but I said I was going to the doctors.. so I'll be starting tomorrow morning. I don't think I could stand going back to the mill today. I feel so sick and tired of being pushed around that place.

I can understand where the employers are coming from.. they needed someone to fill in a position and they ended up with a safety incident in supposedly the safest part of the mill. (That hurt to hear them say that: I was in a safety incident in the safest part of the whole mill. I feel like something is wrong with me..) They needed someone to work there and it's not working out. But, fuck me, I feel like chopped liver now. They sure haven't made me feel all nice and warm inside. They seemed to really care about it up until I said I don't feel comfortable enough to work in the planer anymore. 'Oh, then maybe this isn't the right place for you to work, it you're not comfortable around the equipment..'. Jesus! I can never seem to win, can I?

Is it too much to ask to get a decent paying job for the summer?

Why couldn't I just stay at my first placement? I want to go back so bad. So bad.

Hopefully this third placement will work out okay. If it doesn't.. I'm out of there for good.

life deals out the blows and sometimes it's just too hard to take.

It's strange, the things that can happen to us. That do happen to us. Sometimes you'd never expect some things to happen to you, you just hear about them happening to other people.

I was involved in a safety incident at the lumber mill I am working at. It left me scared and uncomfortable to be around certain equipment and beating myself up for what happened. The thing is, I was moved from one part of the mill to a different part after almost a month of training and getting accustomed to my first placement. I didn't want to be moved and no one thought it was a good idea. It made sense to move me when it came to the organizational side of things due to pieces of machinery and employees being moved around the site, but it just didn't seem like it would be a good idea to begin with.

Now I wish it never happened.

It was my first day at the new sector of the plant. Hell, I never even made it through a full quarter of a shift. I was wrapping a lift of lumber, I think they were 2x4's.. maybe 10' long boards, a fairly large lift. It takes two people to wrap each lift, one on either side of it and it comes in on a set of chains. The chains are about waist high off the ground, give or take, and you can barely see the other person on the other side of the lift if you look over it. Anyways, I had been watching the girl I was following around that day as she was showing me how to wrap and staple the lifts. She did quite a few and then asked if I wanted to give it a go. I said I would, it looked easy enough.

The thing about this sector of the plant is that the pace of production is quite a bit faster than the sector I was at previously. The place where the wood is cut and sorted puts out tons and tons of boards so fast, this new place I was at has to try and keep up, so the pace is going to be quicker too. I guess I was trying to be quick.. trying not to be the slow rookie. I stapled about 3 lifts before the incident happened.

The lift came in on the chains and the wrapping was draped over it, like every other lift before it. The chains rolled the lift forward down the line as the wrapping was cut and three of us were straightening the wrap and working on getting it stapled down. With trying to keep up with production, people start stapling the wrap down before the lift even stops, so we kept working. Only this lift wasn't stopping.

I reached around the end of the lift, the end that would be the closest to the opening in the wall where the lifts roll out of the building on the chains, to staple the wrap down. I didn't wait for the lift to stop and wasn't aware of how close it was getting to the opening. The opening is framed with steel and it's just big enough for a lift to pass through, maybe half a foot space between a lift and the frame.. and I got pinned between the two.

It seemed to go in slow motion. I got pushed back into the frame and when I tried to get out, I found I couldn't move. But the lift was still going and the pressure on my chest increased. I gave out a bit of a holler at first. Then the pressure really increase and I cried out. My rib cage was being compressed and I was panicking.. I could feel my ribs bending in. I couldn't have been stuck there more than 2 seconds, luckily the others reversed the chains and lift after they heard my cry. I stumbled backwards as the lift moved back and the girl I was following around came and asked if I was okay. Two others were there and another girl came as well. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me, but was feeling physically fine, just a bit of an ache in the center of my chest. No ribs broken or anything.. but I was hurting mentally.

"Are you okay?" "Are you hurt?"

"I think I'm okay.. just freaked out.."

"Here, sit down for a bit." "We have to report this." "You sure you're okay?"

I sat down on some boxes as they finished stapling the lift. I started thinking about what just happened to me. I looked up and saw where I was pinned and grew sick to my stomach. I started shaking all over and my eyes welled up with tears and I started to weep. Leaning over with my head in my hands, I started thinking about how I could have just been crushed into a small gap between a lift of lumber and a steel metal frame, a space where a person wouldn't even think about trying to get through normally.

We went to the supervisors office and explained what just happened. Well, she did the talking, I stood there until I started weeping and sniffling again and they had me sit down. They decided to shut down the area until they could figure out why the chains didn't stop. We went to the lunch room where the girl and I sat for about 15 minutes as I tried to calm down.. it came in waves; we'd be talking and then there would be a silence, which is when I'd start thinking about what happened and the 'what if..?'s and the tears would flow and I'd start hiccuping from trying too hard not to cry.

What if the chains were going so fast that I wouldn't have had the time to cry out?

What if I had been dragged into that gap and crushed?

What if the lift didn't stop?

What if the other workers hadn't heard me or reacted as fast as they did?

What if I hadn't been able to walk away from the incident on my own two legs?

Over the next half hour, the supervisors would come in and out of the lunch room to check on me. A first aid attendant came in to make sure I didn't have any major injuries.

No, there wasn't any visible bruising.
No, there is no marks from my Carhartt buckles being pressed into my chest.
No, my back doesn't hurt, just my chest.
No, it doesn't hurt to lift my arms above my head.
Yes, it hurts a little bit to breathe.
Yeah, it hurts a little when I do that, but not as bad when I do this.

Then I started to cry.

It was so overwhelming. They left me by myself for a little bit. I started to hyperventilate a little.. my thoughts were too much for me to take. My supervisor came in and took me to his office and I tried so hard not to cry. I couldn't do it. I just buried my head into my arms to hide my face.

"I just keep thinking about it...
What if the lift hadn't have stopped?"

"Rachel, if there is anything I want you to know right now, it's that this whole thing wasn't your fault. We didn't have the proper training for you and are going to start working on that right away, just like we're working on the wrapper right now and installing photo eyes to stop the chains when someone gets too close to the opening..."


I ended up getting a ride home from a supervisor. My truck was left sitting in the parking lot at the mill for the night. I started feeling better as soon as we left the site but once I entered the house, I collapsed in the entryway and cried. Hard. I can't remember the last time I've cried that much. And for that long.

The incident happened at around 11:00 - 11:30AM. I cried on and off until about 6:00PM. I called Cody and he came over and stayed until my dad arrived. Both work at the lumber mill. My dad was upset. He didn't find out about the incident until 3 hours afterward and he figured it out himself based on a conversation he overheard between two electricians during a smoke break.

"Yeah, it was a girl in a green hard hat. I have never seen her around before, she must be new."

When my supervisor came to him, he told him what happened, starting out with "Rachel is okay, she's fine". Dad was pissed when they didn't come to him sooner and when they didn't tell his own supervisor what happened. The news spread throughout the whole plant pretty fast. The area it happened was shut down and they instantly started installing safety catches and thinking of ways to prevent something like this from happening again. E-mails were sent to all the superintendents and supervisors, but no one told my dad's supervisor that it was his employee's daughter that was involved in the incident, he found out after my dad found out and told him. Dad got his permission to come home early so he could be with me. He called me first, and I told him over the phone what had went down. I started crying. Cody held me as I cried and I was crying for about a half hour. When my dad walked through the door and Cody left, I started crying all over again and Dad held me and he talked to me about what was happening at the mill and his story about how he found out and I told him how I kept thinking about it.

"I can't take it.. I keep thinking about it... what if the lifts didn't stop?"

"That's the dangerous thing about the psyche. You can't let yourself think about those 'what if..?'s and get yourself in that place. Nothing major happened and you just have to be thankful it wasn't any worse than it was."

He called my mom. I should have called her earlier.. don't know why I didn't. He told her that I was involved in a safety incident at the mill that could have been worse than it was but that I was fine, just sore.

"Your daughter was involved in a safety incident at the mill that could have resulted in her being.. worse than hurt..."

Worse than hurt. Those words have stuck with me more than others. Imagine your father telling your mother that their child (you) were in an incident where you could have been "worse than hurt". What, injured?

Dead?

Sure, I guess it could have been fatal, if you really think about it. Just sayin'. My body would have been crushed if it were forced into that gap. My chest is hurting the most right over my heart. Broken ribs could have resulted in punctured lungs.. crushed heart and internal organs... yes, these thoughts have crossed my mind. Maybe my back would have been snapped. Paralysis? Possible.

Fuck..

I went to the hospital last night to get my chest looked at. The prognosis was bruised muscles between the ribs, nothing more. This incident didn't leave too much physical damage. But as I said before, I'm still hurting. It's just in the mind.

I'm getting used to the morbid thoughts, I guess. It's haunting, but what else can I do? I've talked about it with my parents, my supervisors, and this morning I told some people really high up in the mill about it for the investigation reports. I started crying and so they drove me home again. My poor truck is still sitting in the parking lot. I get the weekend to recover some more and then I'll go in Monday and we'll see where it goes from there.

I've thought about quitting, but this job pays so well, I don't think I could afford it. My mom is saying I should face my fears and try and move on.

"You're tough and you don't cry often, you can get through this... hang in there!"

My dad is saying that if I don't feel safe to work there, then I need to act based on that. If I don't feel comfortable working there, then I won't be a safe worker. I'd be worrying all the time and I wouldn't be able to keep my mind on the job like I need to. It's more my choice than anything, no one can make it for me. I think they might move me somewhere else on Monday, they can see that I don't want to stay there. I told them I'm no longer comfortable working in that part of the mill. Hell, I never wanted to go there in the first place.

Melissa has been mostly silent, she hasn't really asked me anything about it. I'm pretty sure my dad told her pretty much everything and more. I think he likes to vent to her about me, her being my twin and all. This morning, when I went into the bathroom that I share with her to get ready to go into work, I found a message/picture on the mirror from her written in lipstick. It was the lyrics to "You Are My Sunshine" and a little insider note underneath it. It made me cry for a minute, it really meant a lot. I'm sure she knows I'm hurting and I think she's hurting a bit too. (Love you, Nadia.)
And I was a bit surprised to find out that my brother in Vancouver didn't hear about it yesterday. I realized it when I tweeted a little blurb about it this afternoon and he was asking what happened.. I guess that's what happens when he lives a province over?

But falling asleep last night was difficult. I kept picturing me in different accidents and incidents and the results were me being crushed by wood. When I did fall asleep, I'd wake up due to my chest aching. It hurts to inhale and exhale and different movements set it off too. When I lie down, it feels like there is something heavy sitting on/in my chest.

Sometimes I ask myself, and I've even asked others, if I am over-reacting. Of course everyone I ask say I'm not.. but sometimes I feel like I am. And I feel that I should have known better.. Why didn't I wait for the lift to stop? I feel like it was my fault, even though I've been told so many times that it wasn't.

"It wasn't your fault... We're not looking for anyone to blame here, just trying to figure out what happened and doing all that we can to prevent it from occurring again.."

This isn't going to be easy for me to get over it, I know that. I know that it hurts every time I think about it. It hurts every time I breathe in and it's a rude reminder.

It's just...
why me?

I will go if you go with me.

Alcohol is an amazing thing.
'Kind of ridiculous, actually. I'm fairly disappointed of how it affected me this long weekend when I went out camping with Cody and a bunch of his friends. Melissa came out too, but I was pretty far gone by the time she arrived (in other words, I was so drunk I don't remember it). Not good.

All things considering, the weekend was fun. I had a good time, I just wish I wasn't so shy when it came to meeting Cody's friends. I preferred spending a lot of the time in the motor-home. Well, for the first two days, anyways, but by the time I started getting comfortable with everyone, the weekend was practically over and the partying was slowing down.
Good one, Rachel.
Actually, the one night that I probably shouldn't have missed (the night when everyone was having fun and drinking), I had drank so much that afternoon that I had passed out before things started getting exciting. Yeah. Smooth.
But I did enjoy the weekend! I got to spend time with Cody (always a good thing) and his friends and we did have fun. It was nice to sit and relax around a fire and not work or worry about having to do anything. I shut my phone off and didn't check it all weekend.

Work. Work is work.
I won't say I hate it.. I've had worse jobs, one's that I've disliked more. This job at the mill is just.. tough. I've never worked a work day over 9 hours long and this one is 11.5 hours. Not only is it long, it's pretty laborious too. Being new probably doesn't make it any easier, I'm sure I'll get used to it after a while, but at the moment I am finding it hard to keep up with production. By the end of the day, my mind is mush and I zone out driving home; by the end of my first week, I felt exhausted and slept for about 10 hours straight afterward, even though I've been getting 7+ hours every night that week. It's a bit daunting and I'm not looking forward to going back tomorrow morning, but this is the best paying job I could get and I'm sure I'll feel better once I get my first paycheck this Friday.
I hope I don't become the weak little kid on the crew. Not too mention that I'm a girl, that would make things even worse if I couldn't keep up. I don't need to deal with people complaining about me being too slow or something.

Fuuuuck. I need to get some sleep so I'm not stumbling around tomorrow. Yeah, my bed time is around 8-10PM now. Preferably 8:30PM. Around there, anyways. So far, the more sleep, the better.

Rachel

she's tougher than she thinks.

I love bragging about how pretty my sister is.

Fierce © RSP

Mhmm.