Sitka or Bust: Commute The World

I know its been a while since I’ve written anything and I really apologize. My job changed courses quite suddenly and I ended up working not only in a completely new environment, but one that apparently lacked phone and internet connections. I’ve been a hermit for a few weeks, completely cut off from what I’ve dubbed civilization. Forget the gloomy down in the dumps character my last few blog posts about Sitka entailed. I’ve become a commuting blogger who works any job that comes along and experiences the full spectrum of working life. For the past few weeks I’ve been in Naknek, Alaska a tiny, person-less town on the peninsula that really only exists because of the King Salmon fishing season. I wrote everyday I worked in the plant, and even on the days that I should have foregone the laborious strides I’d taken to keep my mental record of the events attributed to a conveyor belt life.

I’ve got stories of pain and fun, boredom and darkness, pretty much anything I experienced I wrote down. Unfortunately, although I was promised an internet connection so I could update my blog every few days I received none, meaning I’m going to have to post what I wrote every few days even though I am currently done with this job as well. I’m sure you’ll get it once you get to reading. First post in a few days. I’m feeling Nak’d. More on this expression to follow in the coming posts.