Sunday, November 22, 2009

Freakin' New Orleans

Well, my intentions of posting regularly will be even harder to fulfill than before...

Last night around 6, I arrived at the "Camp" where I have been staying here outside of New Orleans to find the inner door to the house standing open. I went inside and found all of the doors in the house standing open... "Strange..." I thought to myself. I put my bag on the kitchen counter and got a drink of grapefruit juice out of the refrigerator. I swigged it straight out of the bottle. No one else drinks my juice, so why not? I opened the door to my room and turned on the light. I immediately noticed that there was a stack of t-shirts on the table where i keep my folded clothes that was out of place. it was on the "pants" stack. Hm. "Someone has been in my room," I thought. then my brain started processing info that was coming in. All the doors open... misplaced clothes... the drawers were slightly askew on the bedside table. The extension cord that i plug my computer charger into was pulled out from behind the bedside table...my computer charger... was not there. Come to think of it, neither was my computer... nor the new Macbook Pro that was still in the box under my bed...

So i walked in all the other rooms in the house since the doors were open, and i noticed that there was also a flat screen tv gone from the master bedroom... mmhmm.

Robbed, Burglarized.

I called the owner of the house to see if he had been there. Nope. I told him what was missing. By this time i was feeling my blood pressure start to rise. I took a weapon in hand and checked the periphery of the house. nothing. The back door that opens onto the porch which overlooks the canal was slightly ajar... but that was all.

I called the police and gave them my address.

The St. Charles Parish Sherrif's department arrived around 7:30 and took down a report of the items that were missing and the supposed entry location. i called all my room mates to come home and see if they were missing anything. Nope. Just my laptops and the tv. Elias even had a laptop just sitting in his closet on a shelf. Untouched. Daniel had been there til' about 1. Kevin had been on the back porch around 8:30 am and seen some strange looking folks in a boat who asked him for directions... and they are our only probable suspects. Not that it amounts to anything.

I recall not being able to imagine anyone being crass enough to drove down a grown up road, across the canal on a rickety bridge to a run down house at the end of a dead end driveway. Yet, on the water possibilities of escape are endless.

So my super cheap lodging close to the work site has proven to be quite costly after all.

I just felt like venting a bit. Thanks for reading.

Friday, November 13, 2009

just an update

I ’ve done it again.

Not that too may people in the cybersphere have taken note, but I have failed to keep any account at all of my ramblings for the last few months. I guess that when my “Chronicles” cease to be transient, then I cease the chronicling.

Yet once again I have become transient, if only for a little while. I am working at Waterford 3 Nuclear power plant near New Orleans as an Industrial Safety technician. Don’t let the title fool you. I am here for the money and the freedom that this job allows me. There is definitely not much glory in being the purveyor of the proverbial “red tape” although in this industry I am most certainly not the only one. However, they are going to pay someone to be here and do this… so it might as well be me.

I am staying here in southern Louisiana in a very interesting fishing camp just south of highway 90 between Boutte and Avondale. The place is nothing special, but perhaps if I were here to actually do some fishing then I might have a different perspective. As it is, all I do is sleep and eat there in the evenings.

I have 4 roommates in this house. Kevin, Mike, Daniel, and Elias.

Kevin is a mechanic at Lucky’s garage here in New Orleans. Kevin is New Orleans born and bred. Kevin can be found most nights sitting at the kitchen table with a Steel Reserve in hand surfing the internet on his laptop, watching TV, and eating something that was frozen until he microwaved it.

Mike is a pipefitter who works night shift here at the nuclear plant. I only see Mike if he is having a day off or if I am having a day off. Mike is a loud talker and he likes to watch TV and talk about government conspiracies.

Daniel just recently moved to New Orleans from the Miami area in search of work. He is a journeyman electrician. He is having trouble getting a job in the area, but not because he hasn’t been looking. He got accosted by the police yesterday for sitting in the parking lot of a Walgreens waiting for a phone call.

Elias is a radiation protection technician here at the nuclear plant. He is staying in the “nice” room in the house. The room is usually reserved for Joe, the owner, but somehow Elias managed to procure the use of it for himself. Elias is from Idaho. He has been living out of his car for about the last 3 years. He surfs the internet on a miniature laptop and does not understand the game of football.

I live in a 10x10 room on what used to be the porch of the house. Every time someone shuts the front door it shakes the wall next to the headboard of my bed. I mostly keep to myself. I try to go to bed by 9:30 since I have to get up at 4:45 to be on time to work. Four days ago, I was awakened in the middle of the night by a gecko crawling across my neck.

I have a reputation in the house for making food every night. I don’t really like to eat out of a can if I can help it so I tend to make myself some thing that I do like. Earlier this week Kevin came in while I was cooking and said “Whachucookin?” I told him it was squash, onions, broccoli, and bacon. “You an yuah frikin veguh-tuhbles” he huffed.

I will end now… I have to go do some actual work.

c