Don’t call me Grace!

Yesterday I had to go help George out in the field. Steel toes, hardhat and jeans type help. We had to go work on the tower and put up a new box. The old one got hit by lightning and fried. George was climbing the tower and I was suppose to work safety. That means I stand at the bottom of the tower and if he falls, call 911. Wheee……

We will go back up and replace the antennas later this week. It wasn’t very difficult either. I just stood there and watched him work, and once I had to attach tools to a clip and rope he lowered. In fact, it was a resounding success right up until we were ready to leave. I was coming around the back side of the bucket truck and tripped. Hit my knees on rocks and curled up in a ball, wondering if stars were really suppose to be out that early! Oh that hurt!!! My ego as well as my knees!!!

George uncurled me and tried to get a look at the damage. Jeans were too snug, and there was no way I was going to drop my pants with him around! I may work with him, but we aren’t that friendly! So, he helped me into the truck and went back to the office. I went to the bathroom and looked at my knees. Bruises on both of them and the right one was all swollen. George asked through the door how they looked. I told him. He was some sort of medic in the military. By the time I got redressed, he had my stuff packed and helped me home. It was only 2pm.

I got stuffed on my couch with an ice pack, aspirin, my book, the office laptop and snacks. I told George I’d be ok, but he wanted to make sure that I didn’t have to get up for much. I did appreciate it later. Right then, I was still too embarrassed.

Next thing I know, it’s 10:30pm, and George was back. I had fallen asleep. From the page that was open in my book, I fell asleep about 15 minutes after he left. George made sure I got to bed and then left again. Today I’m suppose to take it easy. Not even go into work. There was a big note on my front door from George telling me to stay home and call him if I needed anything.

So, I’ve cruised the Internet, read my email and started back on my book. I’m reading the latest LKH, Blood Noir. It’s been a nice lazy day. I wonder if calling him to deliver pizza would be too much?

Shopping!

I woke up this morning to George pounding on my door.  I stumbled out in my bathrobe to let him in. He had my paycheck. Oh, and a shopping list. He wanted to go shopping and said I needed some stuff too. When I asked him what I needed, he replied, “Steel toed boots, heavy jeans and a long sleeved shirt.” He wasn’t making any sense. Or my brain was still asleep. I asked him to repeat that and explain.

George then explained that since Jake left the company, they were short a technician, and I got promoted. I was still the ‘office manager’, but I’d be helping out in the field.  Hence the need for steel toed boots and protective clothing. My brain still wasn’t processing this all, so I excused myself to go make some tea. George followed me out and started rooting around in my kitchen. I asked him what he was doing. His reply was that he was looking for the bread, so we could have some toast. Gakkk! I showed him where the bread was, and left him to finish up the tea while I went and showered.

I came out of the bathroom to find tea, toast and scrambled eggs ready for me. ok, is this guy for real? Or, am I dreaming??? I scarfed my breakfast down, grabbed my sandals and we were out the door and off to the bank. I had figured out by this time that I did have a job, and a promotion, and that it wasn’t a joke.

We drove off to the local Walmart and I got to delve into the world of work clothes for the construction set. He was laughing at me trying to find a pair of boots small enough to fit my feet. They actually had women’s steel toed boots. WOW! However, they had to meet OSHA regulations for climbing ladders and that type of thing. We finally found a pair of men’s 7.5’s that fit well enough. Then I got some jeans and a denim shirt. After the fun stuff, we got the groceries we both needed and headed home. We had to stop at Petsmart for dog food. George has this puppy that followed him home from a former girlfriend from what I can tell. I met her on Wednesday when we moved George. Her name is Brandy. Very sweet dog.

This is a picture I took of her at the office. George figures daddy was a coyote. I wouldn’t be surprised. There are lots of hybrids around here. Wolf, coyote and whatever took their fancy.

We got home and George and I unloaded groceries at both houses. Brandy was over the moon to see me. Guess it was the bag of dog food I had in my hands. I checked my email real quick and then excused myself and headed home.

I think I’ll do something girly like go see my sister tomorrow. She working at the Silver Dollar Bar. I don’t drink, but she’ll keep me in Lime Cokes till I float. I do love my big sister!

I’m so happy I don’t have to go job hunting on Monday!