TN

Its that time again when I have a random desire to post about my life on the World Wide Web.

have you ever wondered why its called a web? Do you think it has any thing to do with the fact that you get trapped in it for hours before you finally finish what ever it is you were doing? it seems to me that most people who use the web don't really know how to use it. Take me for example, the only things I do on-line are Facebook, Gmail, Netflix, and Youtube.

ya that usually sums up all my time online.

back to the title of this post...

Last time I checked in was back a few months I think... actually I have no idea when the last time I wrote on here was.

I moved from Provo to Nashville. I am currently trying to sell my apartment contract in Provo and find a new one out here. I work for a pest control company doing the Tec work. I pretty much spend all day walking around customers houses 3+ times. looking for spider-webs, spraying the foundation, and granulating for fleas, ticks and ants. I wake up at six and then I leave for work around Six Fifteen. with traffic on a normal day it takes me 80 minutes to go 30 Miles. its quite entertaining, not.

tonight I am doing my laundry and getting ready to fly to vegas for my friends wedding. I'm super excited. although its now midnight and I am not sure how happy I will be as I am staying up way to late... any who... what am I talking about?? oh ya the Job. I work with three other service pros and then we have two ladies in the office as well as a branch manager and a service manager.... they are all pretty cool.
Each day we go into the office clock in and then grab our routes and fill up our trucks with chems we then type in the first address into our handy dandy GPS units and head out. we usually have any where from 12 to 18 services each day. today I had 14 but picked up 2 extra. I had to reschedule my last one as I got stuck in traffic and it got to dark to work. my production score is going to take  a hit from that. oh well.

well the washer is done for the 3rd time tinight and my fingers are protesting. I will have to write more again some time. ... ya like that is going to happen. HA.


BYL.