August 29, 2011

• day 3 (of 4) at the stalag goes by without a hitch.  these three twelvers have been fast ones. I guess I decided to change my attitude about work, trying to have a more positive outlook, and not gripe about the long days, etc.. it seems to be working.  I was wondering how many others attitudes I was bringing down with me.  still rumors rampantly fly   about 8 hour shifts.

  the time off between Saturday's day shift, and Sunday's night shift gave me plenty of time to throw down a sixer of Shiner Bock beer, and enjoy a couple of good Kung Fu movies via Netflix ('the Iron Monkey', and 'Wing Chun'...both subtitled in English.  both excellent flix!) out on the porch.  and life is good!

  I put in for another vacation day on the Sunday just before labor day.  I didn't think I'd get it, assuming a bunch of peeps would try and take that day off.  he ok'd it today! so next weekend I only gotta pull the two day time 12'ers, and have the next two night time twelvers off.  maybe I can watch some football that Sunday *plan*.  first I gotta find someone with a TV

   

  sleeeeep.  4:30 pm comes around far too quickly.

  added later:  the nice hippy lady (Brian....my almost room mate/neighbor's mom) asks me if I need any floor mats for my truck, I explain to her that I threw the ones I had away due to the floor getting wet during a heavy rain (ever since I tweaked the cab during my wipe-out). I don't need floor mats covering wet carpet, but thanks anywho.  the next day, the floor mats are sprawled out on my living room floor.  I guess she didn't get the message.  Brian then comes over, I explain to him that I don't need floor mats blah, blah, blah, and after the whole explanation, he looks inside my truck and says "oh see, you could use 'em" (he doesn't get the message either.  just one example of several...it's like talkin' to a brick wall).  on top of that, these mats are the same dark gray color that Squabber is,  and he just happens to be laying on one of them while I'm walkin' around in the dark. he's camouflaged so well, that I end up stepping on him.  turns out that he's ok, but it's just one more thing that happens because someone chooses not to listen to me... I throw the mats in the shed, so as not to injure the kitty further.  I'm about sure I'll now get asked why I'm not using them.

  I wake up around 3pm today and throw the load of wash I did this morning into the dryer, then promptly fall back asleep.  it wasn't long before I start hearing some monster clunks coming from said dryer.  it wakes me up from a dead sleep.  my first thought is maybe the kitty climbed in when I loaded the dryer and didn't notice (you know, half foggy horrible thoughts when you're half asleep).  I sprang out of bed and quickly opened the dryer, just to see that it was only the dryer sheet bar had come unattached from the tumbler wall (phew!!). I visit the kitty and pet him as I calm down from my self created nightmare.
  

   

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