February 15, 2011
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FOCK WORK!! (psych!)
the honeymoon's over! this dept. can bite my shiny metal ass too!
. nah, just kiddin'. the supervisor everyone warns me of, has so far, been supportive, and not a once did he seem unfairly over wielding (yet?), and the hours...? I didn't once get demanded (nor even offered) to work overtime, but I already ranted on about that. the more stations I learn, the tougher the challenge to work on speeding up on what I know, so as not to slow the assembly line (so far, so good). it's actually been fun to figure this all out, the only real downer is a guy named Harv. everyone has opinions here and there about unfairness which is fine, but this guy is a fountain of festering rage. there were a couple times that I worked across the line from him. he seems to be the only one (so far) that spews the same old "this company is going to Hell, the supervisor is a jerk" rhetoric. I try and listen (or pretend listen), but let him know that I can't really engage in this conversation because I gotta concentrate on the job at hand "...simple mind, that I have, and all". he understands, then continues to blather on for what seems like hours about all the injustices in the work place, the world, and the rest of the universe. his skewed conjecture is like paint ball ammo against my Kevlar vest of polar negative resistance (I don't mean to sound Polly Anna-ish, but I'm not gonna fall into agreeing with and supporting this Darth Vader of discontent). don't get me wrong. it's good to vent, but damn! spew it, drop it, and move on to something more uplifting, or engaging. (I save most of my bitchin' to be vented here on this bland blahg...where no one is forced to hear it. instead, one has to choose to read it, or not) maybe someone just kicked his cat the wrong way that day. who knows?so, I bust open a Tupperware this morning (labeled "bacon") thinking I'll do me some eggs and bacon, but inside was leftover brats from a couple days back [oh yeah! I forgot about these]. I started out by thinking I can make me an omelet, I thinly slice up the brats and throw them into the frying pan, then, for whatever reason, I decide I don't really wanna do a breakfasty thing, and look in the pantry for an alternative. there it was. a jar of spaghetti sauce that was labeled "sweet Italian sausage with cheese". excellent! after browning the brats, I dump in the sauce and let it simmer, adding the rest of my small block of sharp cheddar cheese, (and some lemon pepper, just to pretend like I know how to cook
) meanwhile I start boiling a big pot of water, but then got lazy, and decided I'll simply skip the noodles and dilute the sauce down to make it more of a tomato soup consistency. I let it cook up, throw it (and some oyster crackers) in a bowl, grab me a spoon, and feast away (mmmmmmmmmmmms!). after eating, I take me a short nap, then call my temp HR to thank her for the reassignment (see above), then jump in my truck to grab some milk and beerses at my favorite local liquor store, stopping off at the car wash next door, to get 6 months worth of grunge off the ol' shrimpy truck. currently contemplating doing some house cleaning and laundry (just for funnzies
!)oh, that's why they call it "black top"! it's good to see the road again. that was a particularly white winter. it's good to see some contrast (eyes refocus from seasonal snow blindness). there's everyone's favorite cop, sitting at the entrance way of the trailer park waiting for Mr Leadfoot to go over the 15 MPH speed limit. why isn't he out there catchin' the crooks instead of harrassin' the trailer trash? oh well. he hasn't stopped me yet, so all is good. Jay knows the guy by name, rank, and seriel number. he's got a ton of stories including having the same cop pull behind him as he was pulling into his own driveway and busting him for having an open bottle of (can't remember what) in his vehicle. he hadn't been drinkin', but he got an open container (among many other stories).
I don't know if I had mentioned, I threw down a good $90 and got me a new truck battery with the highest cold crankin' amps available (Duralast Gold). then, the next day it's 40 degrees
out instead of the teens (like it recently had been). anyway, that baby turns over nicely now. just for fun, I left my GPS and MP3 player plugged in over night. that didn't even phase it. the old battery would have been deader than a door knob (wait, door nail?) X 1,000. it's a good peace of mind thang. now (of course) I notice a small scraping noise coming prob'ly from the front brakes (it's always something lately. oh well. it's a damn good truck! let's wait 'til it gets a bit warmer and give her some new brake pads *plan*). oh yeah. gotta clean the shack, then maybe relax with a beer, and watch a moobie on Netflix...
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