Disgruntled Employee

I try not to be bitter about my job. Even with it's crazy lack of scheduling, working weekends and holidays, and unpredictability, I would rather do what I'm doing than wear a shirt and tie. But I'm bitter today.
Over the last several months the company has brought in a bunch of guys in from California paying them a $30,000 bonus to come work in Temple. Trouble is, most of them have better seniority than I do. Not by much, but it doesn't take much, so my choice of jobs has been greatly reduced. My conductor seniority is worse now than it was 3 years ago. Business has slowed down, so there isn't as much work to go around, and I can't hold an engineer's job right now.
Don't misunderstand, I'm not in danger of unemployment, it is just harder for me to stay on the same job for very long. I've been bumped more times in the last 2 weeks than I was all of last year. The result of all of this is this.....(and this is the part that makes me the most maddest ) I had made plans to go fishing with some guys from chuch tomorrow morning, but I got bumped, had to go to a different job, and now, instead of fishing, I'll be on a train.
Usually, even though I don't know very far in advance whether or not I'll be off, I can take a good guess provided there is no danger of me getting bumped. So, even though I may have to work Christmas day, we could probably plan something for Christmas eve. However, as things are now, I'm in constant danger of being bumped and, since I need to work, having to bump to a different job, things are more unpredictable than ever.
In conclusion, I'm just mad about interupted fishing plans. I'll get over it. Eventually.

Update

I started this blogging thing several months ago and haven't done much with it. I think a total of 2 people have even looked at it. Oh well.

Annie came on out to see us February 28th. I've just been working and being a daddy. It's been a good spring. Fishing has been good when I've been able to go. Jones has been fishing with me some and helping me with a little garden in the backyard. Reminds me of the Bellamy Bros. song, "Old Hippie", ...he grows a little garden in the backyard by the fence, he's consuming what he's growing, now a days in self defense, he gets out there in the twighlight zone sometimes, when it just don't make no sense..... Georgia is still half crazy, but reminds me a lot of myself. Leslie gets by a day at a time changing diapers and driving a mini-van. We'll have been married five years next month. Some how she gets prettier and more fun as time goes by. I guess it's like Gus said, "The older the violin the sweeter the music."