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Friday, June 28, 2002 ( 4:35 AM ) MaltaGirl It's the weekend! Wheeeee! I survived my first week of training, and what's even better... I don't have to get up early tomorrow! Yeah!!!
Tuesday, June 25, 2002 ( 7:24 AM ) MaltaGirl I had this song in my head all yesterday morning... I used to listen to this tape called "million best selling hits of the 60's" when I was a kid, over and over, and this was one of them. I am a lineman for the county And I drive the main road Searching in the sun For another overload I hear you singing in the wire, I can hear you through the whine And the Wichita Lineman Is still on the line I know I need a small vacation But it don't look like rain And if it snows That stretch down south Don't ever stand the strain And I need you more than want you, And I want you for all time And the Wichita Lineman Is still on the line Jimmy Webb # Monday, June 24, 2002 ( 12:47 PM ) MaltaGirl So today began my 4-weeks of training at the power station. There are seven topics which we rotate around every 3 days... linesman, fabrication, jointers, electrical, mechanical, electronics, machine shop. That's the order in which I will be doing them. I really enjoyed linesman training this morning, even though I was falling asleep due to getting up at 5am and getting the bus at 5:45 *yawn*. I am disappointed that we are not going to get to go up the ladders and practice binding cables 20 feet in the air. Oh well. I am the only girl in my small-group of five, but that doesn't really bother me! As I travelled to the power station between 5:45am and 7:15am, I saw the sun rise higher and higher. When I awoke it was still very dark, but when I was on the first bus I could see the top crescent of the sun as a neon pink rising over the cloud bank over the village. Seeing the light bounce off the mirror-calm surface of the sea by the power station was amazing. I love early morning, I really do. Especially watching the sun rise. It's only the waking up (and staying awake) that I don't like! :-) There's something about the early morning that touches me... Maybe it's the quietness. Maybe it's the way the little sounds carry through the still air. Maybe it's the kinship I feel with everyone else who is up so early. Maybe it's the promise of a new day. A new beginning. A new chance. # |
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