god, I miss being a pipeliner. life in supervising controller land is for the birds. I shouldn't say it's being in management that's the problem, though that's a whole other can of worms, more so because I'm trapped in an office now instead of roaming the tank farms. I've replaced climbing tanks and tightening flanges with trips to the coffee machine and cracking skulls. I feel like a caged animal sometimes, like this nightshift, 60s and clear, but we don't even have windows in here... fucking fatigue management.

this

for this

this

for this

this full moon

for this one

I think I need some sleep