It has been years since my friends that I
hang out with are the age of five years on average. I have not met anyone from
my new ward because yesterday was a big day for my aunt with a baby blessing
and a return missionary. Work has been intense, but it is chill. I rarely get
angry. I can probably count the incidents on my hands, but today was one of
them at work. I am now designing a skylight for the my cousin. She really liked
the fireplace. She was so excited that she showed it to her mother.
I
have been hanging out with Ezra and Eve a lot. Some odd situations came up, and
some hard situations came up. It is not hard for me, but for the children.
Mostly it has been good fun. I am beloved by everyone. I was even invited over
for a sleep over. This was after the hard situation for Eve. McKay, the brother
of a child about Ezra's age, didn't play fair. It came naturally though. We
were playing catch with a big ball about 2.5 feet in diameter. Monkey in the
Middle was okay until Eve showed that she did not have skill in catching the
ball. She eventually felt left out, and got emotional. That was hard for her.
McGuire is the child about Ezra's age, and he has a huge white fluffy dog. They
don't even know what it is, but they know that it will grow bigger, and it's
only one years old! The dog was so cool that it played a game with me. I pet it
and stuff; then, it started to hit the sides of my legs with her front arms.
Since I broke the first trampoline that we played on, I have been banned from
jumping on any other one. You may expect me to write about the odd situation,
but it is too odd.
On Sunday, we drove about an hour and half
to Brigham City then to Corinne. Andrea's new child Ephraim Brian Grove was
blessed. This Sacrament meeting was fun because I have not seen my cousins in a
very long time. The bishop of this ward was fun. He taught that faith in Christ
is a choice. This is an obvious doctrine of Christ, but the simplicity of it is
easy enlightening because I feel many people like to follow the natural man to
be compelled and forced to do things, giving up their agency to another being
to be acted upon and not act for themselves. I think that this is partially why
Joseph Smith was chosen to be the Prophet of the restoration. He was not acted
upon by the philosophies of man mingled with scripture. He sought after what is
true. After that sacrament meeting, we drove to Corinne for the sacrament
meeting of my aunt Glennalee's ward, since Curtis, her son, returned from his
mission.
He mainly testified of the
atonement, and the ward seemed to be so small that he was open about the fact
that he had a very hard time understanding a point of the doctrine of the
atonement of Christ. I don't understand what he had a problem with, but I think
that it had to do with the fairness of Christ, taking everything on himself.
Christ alone can save the world from the Satan's chain of death spiritually and
physically. He is the only Begotten of the Father, having power over death. He
could have lived forever on earth. Maybe he could be created a kingdom during
his mortal life, where he would rule forever, but he submitted himself to the
will of the Father. He could not make a kingdom because he needed to learn how
to resurrect from death, and he could not succor our every need; unless, he
overcame everything them himself in the garden of Gethsemane. How could Jesus
Christ be a perfect judge, if he did not have knowledge of everything human?
I let Eve play with my tablet, and she
took pictures on the way home from visiting the Day family. I had a bunch of
pictures on my tablet from her, but I deleted it because I decided the factory
reset my phone and tablet because the Facebook apps were not working well.
Usually Google uploads all my pictures up to the cloud, but it doesn’t work for
the tablet for an unknown reason. I do have one remaining video that Eve took.
I think that it was inspired by the first day that we played together. On that
day I played fishing with Ezra in the bathtub. Eve asked us to knock on her door
to play something, but Ezra ignored her. I did what he did, and Eve came to
tell us to knock on her door at least ten times. She acted like she got mad,
but you can tell that she can’t. This video is her mad.
My work place is very similar
to my former workplace, Santa Cruz Nutritionals. I still feel like I am in a
foreign nation at work, since most everyone speaks Spanish, and they don't know
English. On Monday we had a safety meeting. I didn't know about it, but I was
invited to join them. I was surprised to find that there are two separate
safety meetings: one for the Spanish speakers and one of English speakers. I
thought that we have done away with segregation. Some people might justify it
because the Spanish people can't understand English. I think that everyone
should learn a declared language of the United States of America, so the
opportunities can be fair. My opportunities in my workplace is not as good as a
Spanish speaking coworker because the supervisor can't communicate with me. I
wish that I could start a campaign for this, but I don't have the time. I have
my own life to live. Politics is interesting on this point. We are encouraged
to serve in politics, but it takes a lot of time.
The language other than Spanish
in the shop is very hard to understand to. My supervisor basically shouts only
one word. Bo! Another machine operator whistles like an eagle. The sign
language after they get your attention is bad too. I think that there is common
Latin gestures that I don't understand as an Asian. I don't want to say that
they are Mexican because I am not sure if it. I formally met one coworker
yesterday who is from Puerto Rico.
I mainly lift stone packaged on
pallets housed in wires. At first I was taught to break the stone in half, if
it was longer than a foot. This is what I learned on one of the first days. A
next day a largest rock that I picked up was two feet long; then, the next day
I was lifting rocks about four feet long. These rocks can be as thick as 8
inches, and they are on average about 4 inches wide. I basically lift all day
long at work. We make veneer. We load the stone into a machine that cuts it to
be about an inch thick.
I was admiring a stone this past week. It is called honey ledge. I would imagine that it came from the bottom of the ocean. It has a dark blueish color mixed with a silver mineral. I got some fragments, and it looks shiny. Not all of the stone looks like the shiny minerals. I was impressed that this veneer exists. It is the most beautiful stone that I have seen. When I design buildings, I think that I should consider the materials that I am building with first because buildings will look odd, if an architect designs a building; then, tries to choose the material after because materials have a natural feeling, nature, history, and design to it. This is what I was thinking when I was impressed by the stone. I loved the stone so much that I took a video of it. My coworkers thought that I was odd. Here is a picture and a video of the stone.
One thing that I did not like about the work
place is that the wires, holding the stone on the pallets, would cut you, if
you are not careful. I have scratches all over my arms, but cuts bleed. I got
angry this past week after cutting myself for the fourth day in a row. It
annoyed me because I learned to cut the wire and set it in a way that my
natural motion would not collide with the wire, but the supervisor clipped the
wire this morning. I was walking along, and it sliced my arm. I was pouting for
more than two hours. I am tired of cutting myself, and my grandparents gave me
long sleeve shirts. I wore a short sleeve shirt on Monday because I have a
traditional Thai shirt that I wear most Mondays.
Since I rarely get angry, I was able to
see the fruit of anger. It sowed fear at every sight of me. When someone fears
you, they are not as open with you. They let you be your untamed self. I feel
isolated now. My supervisor quit training me, and started working more closely
with another person, training him as a machine operator. I used to not be open
with my mother because I fear her anger. I am still unsure how open that I am
with her. I think that I learned to be more open with her because I waited
until I went to traffic school to tell her about my ticket. Her reaction was
calm. I think if I told her about the ticket the day of. She would hold it over
me for months. I don't know, but things has been different at work. I am
opening up more to people, so it is not as bad. People think that I am shy, but
I don't want to sit with a bunch of Latin people, who can't talk to me during
lunch. I like sitting on the stone in the middle of the Heber Valley surrounded
by mountains.
Another day at work, I shattered a rock,
not breaking it well. I felt natural anger slightly, and I smashed the
fragments into pieces. Right when I did that, the operation of the machine
stopped. I didn't know why. I felt a deepening isolating because of my anger.
Observing the situation, I realized that we just finished the requirements for
the order of the product. I felt like that moment of alarm was God, giving me a
time out and telling me that any sign of anger limits human trust.
I have another concept to teach
about anger that I learned. It may seem odd, but I made sounds to myself like
I was a wild beast, since the shop is so loud people can't hear me, lifting the
heavy stones, and throwing the waste in the dumpster. I learned that you may
become what you make yourself out to be. I became a wild beast that lifts and
throws stones, and that beast became untamed when it got cut. You should be
careful of the thoughts that you make yourself out to be.
My reputation may be tarnished
because I talk of anger deeply. It makes sense because that is what anger does.
I realized that it changes relationships. I have been told that I am one of the
most patient people, an entity of peace. I was talking to my little cousins,
and Eve noticed that I was talking louder than usual. I wasn't talking in
anger. Consistency is important, so people can trust you.
I was sorrowful for a few days, seeing the
consequences of my anger. I saw people were trying to cheer me up by
communicating approval of my work. The feedback is less because how the
relationships has changed. I was thinking of apologizing to my supervisor who I
worked closely with, but as the days when by it seemed so awkward. Explaining
apologies are awkward, when you don't seize the opportunity, and you think that
they won't understand. I don't even know how well he speaks English.
I have been working on the skylight, but I
need to fix it. I thought that it was good at 5x3.09016994 feet. I like using
the Golden ratio. It is about 5x3 or 1.61803398875. After the designed the
skylight, I decided to put a trim around it and the entire room. That was a
little tricky because the fireplace is curved and the ceiling has a pitch. It's
not a straight line from corner to corner on the curved service. I was trying
to click on a 3D edge line, so the sweep could follow it; however revit did not
recognize where the ceiling and the wall crossed as a line. I realized how
Calculus would be useful. It took me a while to figure this out. I realized
that I need an edge for the sweep to follow, and it could not come from the
wall. I tried shortening the wall to make an edge. I created the edge by
editing the boundary of the ceiling. I was so excited when I figured that out.
I was not done though because I needed the trim to go around on the other side.
That took a while, but when I completed that, I realized that my skylight is
too small, and the roof is too high above the ceiling, making the skylight look
bad. I need to redesign that now before I publish this journal entry. The
skylight ended up being 7 feet wide.
Today after church I met the in-laws in my
uncle Allen's family. The unity of his family is great. I was able to meet
Jeffrey’s wife, Jess, and I meet Hali Hicken’s fiance Daeson. They have many
inside jokes, and their relationships are mature.
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