ON CALL...........

Steve has finished all of his training for being a fiber tech. His supervisor feels that Steve is ready to go on call. Steve must have his pager with him at all times and his company truck is sitting in my drive way. He gets a call or page, he leaves to fix what ever is screwed up. All hours of the day. He gets to do this on call stuff on top of his 8-10+ work hour day. We don't have a lot of outages, thank God, but we did have one last night at 11pm. I don't think he was gone long, but of course since his sleep pattern was interupted, it's rough on you.
Steve sure does look cute in his new uniform too. Well, it's not so "new" as to different. He's got a better color polo shirt and he wears a denim button up shirt over it. He also has this nifty little tool bag on his hip. Maybe that's it. Something about tool belts and men working with hands.......
Oh yeah, Pudd'n pulled a 3 am wake up call too...........
This kid was wired for sound this am I'm telling you. It was like he had a big bowl of sugar, caffiene and speed. He was running up and down the hall stemming at the top of his lungs. (stemming is "self stimmulation". It involves hand flapping and loud "austistic" type noises)
I can usually close our bedroom door and Pudd'n will leave us alone. Fuck, not today, he kept opening the damn thing and then shutting the door loudly. I finally locked the door. But it is still an uneasy sleep, you have to keep an ear out in case he goes poop. You get the wonderful job of wiping his butt. Yes, he could do it himself, but then he empties a whole container of wipes down the toilet. Not to mention you have to clean the small lake of pee on the floor since he won't hold his penis when he pisses.
Yeah, my life is nothing but piss, shit and vomit.