August 02, 2003

cHOICES

I went to work this morning. I have to go back in the morning. I swapped weekend duty with a guy who was on vacation this week. I didn't tell him that I was on vacation, too. But I have visitation with Quinton next weekend, when I was scheduled for the duty, and I don't want work getting in the way of that. I swapped, even if it meant going to work at the tail-end of my vacation.

The BC picked up Quinton yesterday, so I had nothing to really require my presence at home. I didn't stay long at the plant. I did the paperwork and got the fuck out of there. My heart wasn't really in the job.

It probably won't be there tomorrow, either, but I'll show up. That's what I do.

I made that choice.