Well its late here...around 11pm in Brisbane...on a Friday night. Okay...I know...that isn't late at all. It is however, when you have to get up at 4am to start the day.Usually I try to hit the mattress by 9pm. So why am I up?
Well mainly the big reason why I have hate this trip to Brisbane is because of the working conditions. Nothing else really, though I know I have gone on rants about pretty much everything under the sun here. I am stuck at a site, trying to automate a facility that has a couple million dollars worth of new equipment. The problem is that the people that own the site and ordered all the equipment are based in Hong Kong.
Australia has some pretty...downright insane safety codes. Its like the bible...no matter what you do, you are violating something. Worse, I am dealing with multiple companies onsite who have terrible relations between each other. Whenever one side gets pissed at the other, they call a safety inspector to shut the entire facility down.
Its very hard to automate equipment when there is no electrical power. That is pretty much what I have been trying to do, for 10 hour stretches, six days a week. Its frustrating to the point of exhaustion. I finally got word from my company that they recognize its pointless for me to sit in a trailer and deal with all this bullshit completely out of my control.
But that kind of means nothing. My company says a lot of stuff to me and then proceeds to do the exact opposite. They can tell me I am going home all they want, until I see the plane tickets with my name on them, I don't put any weight on their words.
I just want to go the fuck home. I am sick of sitting around, waiting for shit to happen and it never does. Furthermore, I am sick of getting blamed for shit completely out of my control. And all of this, I kid you not, is basically due to two companies fighting like step children.
I never thought I would be looking forward to 30+ hours of traveling but I am. Knowing my luck, even if they do send me home, my dumb ass will be shipped back within the week. I should have listened to my high school guidance counselor and become a homeless drifter.
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