November 22, 2011
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*BEL7CH*
so, there's been a couple times (did i mention this already?) where the pooperdog has a small whine of complaint. I'll cradle her head in my arms and gently pat her tummy thinking "this is it! her last breath is near...", just to have her let out a good belch, then get up and act herself again
. I didn't know dogs could burp?! it's funny how, like a light switch, she goes from tired, old and wobbly to spring chicken "wanna go for a walk" mode, and back. she's a survivor! hang in there ol' girl...
the Kid texts me saying he safely made it to the apartment in SC (huge relief! here he's driving a new used car in which he wasn't sure would even handle a long trek). take your time Kid. settle in. get acquainted with the town. enjoy the weather. you're a free man...rock on!!
my quick online banking, the other day, has me overlook an $81 consumers power bill that was due the next day, so instead of $150 for gas, food and beer, for the week; now I'm down to $69 (00ps! I gots to be more careful about not overlooking such things...oh well. that's still enough...). rent will be pulled from this coming Friday's check, then the following week will be for bills, freeing up the weeks after, for piling more toward paying down the Kid account, and my MC (short and sweet).
damn, new rule at the stalag. starting today we had to rotate work stations at every break, instead of every hour. meaning you had to stay in one spot for 3 hour blocks. this is a lot more taxing! I'm sure I'll feel new muscle pains tomorrow. in spite of much protest from all of us, I tend to look at it like we only have about a month of it before everyone get's a new shift, a new supervisor, a new everything (January 2th, being when we change over to 8 hour days). break room talk generally aims toward the whole concept of 5-8's and weekends off as a pipe dream. "just you wait, we'll prob'ly work for a good 3-6 months, everyday for 8 hours until they figure out a 5 day schedule" (or variations of said sentence). I hope not. dammit! we'll see in a month. good god, going from a 4 day/48 hour week to a 7 day 56 hour work week would not be good! oh well. the plant manager reassured us plenty of times that we'd have weekends off...let's see what happens. I'll be shocked [in a good way] if they actually pull it off...[news at 11]. actually, I'm writing all this down, as if it matters. the looming second great depression will bring the wheels of industry to a screeching halt anyway, right?
the mid-week weekend is here! the good news is I get paid an extra 10 hours for both Thursday (Thanksgiving), and Friday. plus, since we have to work Friday (which is a scheduled paid day off), we get time and a half, so next weeks check will be ginormous!
anyway. I'm gonna continue power-nappin'. I just got up to let the dog outside, and thought I'd write down some shite...
later: I hit the store and buy some grubbage, then hit Taco Bell for an XXL grilled burrito combo (mmmmmmmms!). while at the store, I buy me a turkey baster. why not, right? it's almost Thanksgiving, yet it's not to be used (in this case) to make a turkey. I used it to drain out that molasses thick power steering stop leak from the power steering pump, and pour in the normal stuff (much thinner in viscosity), so as the engine doesn't have to crank that much harder when the thermometer drops below zero...anyway, I buy me a 12'er of Miller High Life, and am about to find me another Kung-fu movie (via Netflix). ready, GO!
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