Wires and Zombies

The work has been hard and very demanding for the past four days, but satisfying. My body is finally adapting to the heavy work hours and I'm already at 48 as of the end of the day today. I'll have three more days after this to work, and the hours will be even longer. I might perhaps double that number. But I've been doing my best to stay healthy given the time of year, the weather, and the limited sleep. I'm on vitamins and I am drinking vitamin energy drinks, mostly to keep myself awake, but they also double as immunity boosters. So far so good. I have a bit of a runny nose and an occasional headache, but I'm surviving. I just need to last until Sunday really. That's the most demanding of the workload even though I will be staying in Memphis until next Friday.

I'm documenting the immensity of the job with a disposable camera. I'm doing my best not to piss anyone off while I take pictures, but I think most of them understand my reasoning. It's big and it's messed up. We're working on a five thousands seat church, installing a huge video broadcasting system in for them. So far, very little has gone right with the job. Some of the guys are saying that it is cursed, but I've been on several jobs that were like that. None of those jobs required, however, that I work 12 hour and up days for over a week. I don't know though. Sometimes I wonder if God might be angry at the amount of money being spent to appear "state of the art". It seems that spirituality might have very little to do with millions of dollars worth of technology and more to do with a personal commune with the Lord. I know they are my companies clients, but it is really hard not to judge these people. It just seems like such a squandering of blessing, especially knowing that some of the things that have been installed are more for ego than for utility, but God can use all things to his glory. After all, what do I, a simple young adult, know of the complexities of theology and how to run a church? I'm young, full of passion, and limited in experience. But can't experience also blind you to the truth? The routine of comfortability and the comfortability of routine can often times become an iron circle, never acknowledged by the older more "experienced". It seems to me that the spirit of discerning somehow quietly dies and is replaced by the spirit of deciphering what is and what is not comfortable to one's personal self somewhere along the weary trail of life.

Ah, let me stop bitching. That's all the world needs is another activist bitcher to grumble and complain about things he has no control over.

Anyways, we've pulled so much cable that it's getting in our heads. My coworker and I both had bad dreams last night about pulling cable. I don't know what his was, but mine was that we were pulling cable that ran through a conduit under the building, under ground (which is completely normal). The element of surprise was that the conduit ran through an Indian burial ground, and because of this, the wire that was passed through that conduit came out on the other side with a curse upon it. Anyone who touched that wire would turn into a zombie.

I know I know... WAY too many zombie movies out there, it's been done. But hear me out.

So in the dream a bunch of us started turning into zombies and we were trying to figure out why. Eventually we found out about the wire thing, but it was after we had already pulled a bunch of wire and we didn't know exactly which wires they were because it was something like thirty wires out of a thousand that were infected. I might also note that you could be infected through a biting. Now the number of wires is accurate to our actual job. We have handled close to a thousand individual wires, all of which runs through conduit running both through the ceiling and under ground. Finally we wound up in this cloistered room. There were zombies outside the door trying to get it and it was just me and my sister.

This is where it got way too scary.

We were talking about what we were going to try to do and then all of the sudden I had a sudden urge to try and bite Grace. I snapped out at her, but didn't. I stopped myself and apologized as if it was casual, but then realizing what that must mean. We spent some time freaking out and then I sat down. I told her that I wanted to give her my last wishes before I turned, but that she needed to kill me before I did turn completely. So once I was done saying my peace, she had to kill me (with what, I don't know, the dream wasn't that specific). So I sat against a wall opposite a large mirror and I began to tell Grace to tell everyone that I loved them and to tell Josiah about me when he got old enough and that I was sorry about everything I ever did that may have hurt anyone. As I was going through all of this my skin started to sag and change to a greenish color and my muscles all tightened up. She was trying to hold my hand, but I just couldn't sit still as I saw myself changing faster and faster. I was shaking and crying and scared and then... of course... the alarm clock.

Get up, get dressed, and go run some more wire.

So yes, freaky dream, not much good sleep last night, hard work, getting through it. That's the story. I'll write more if I have time. Peace and love.