The job that just never goes away...

Surprise! I'm back at the office park, watching them dig again. What a bullshit job, if ever there was one. I watch a site crew dig a fucking hole in the ground. Except this time, instead of trying to avoid a live conduit line, I'm avoiding *drum roll* .................................. Nothing! *baddum tss* That's right. There's nothing in the dirt here but North Jersey clay and rocks, but they still want us to watch the dig just in case something happens. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind a little overtime, but not when I'm just standing around, baking my brains in the sun, watching machines scoop dirt and dump it into a truck, which hauls it to someplace in a forgotten corner of the office park.

In other news, as some of you may have heard, I've sort of tinkered with a relationship lately. I kind of met this guy, Monie, about a month ago. We went out a couple of times, but he says he doesn't want a relationship, but he still wants to be friends. He felt mismatched that I have a somewhat decent job and he basically waited tables. And half of what he makes he sends home to his parents on the other side of the world, where they don't even have enough money to survive. So between his share of the rent and what he sends his parents, he barely has any money for anything. I feel bad for him. I don't know how to feel, really. He's just so down in the dumps about not having anything. He feels that it would be better off to not be in a relationship because of that. The last time we met and he told me all this, and then I left for the evening, he shot me this awful depressed look as I looked back one last time. I know we'll see each other again. It's just awkward.