February 14, 2012
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stalag rumors...
rumors are often wrong. Omar (the guy within my last entry who, rumor had it, was fired for sleeping on the job) was back in full force, being his weird self. either the guy talks non-stop about random nothings or he's completely silent and uses goofy sign language. this time he's completely silent with a permanent scowl on his face. both Harv and I try and break that scowl by being nice to him, but he just stares unblinking death bullets our way [it's more than a bit weird], unwittingly drawing more negative attention to himself. he'll be that disgruntled postal worker one day, sporting a Glock 17. Harv and I will undoubtedly be his first target. I'll have to find out what his last name is in case forensics wants to know who's bullets are in my back (you'll notice I'm not using any goofy emoticons...this guy is the real deal nut-job). oh well, he'll be on another shift, once 8's start....and, once again, speaking of 'rumors'. there's one afloat about our dept not going to 8's. this time it's only Lew (Lou?) spewing the rumor, so I have huger doubts than normal (is "huger" a word. k, now it is).
finally, someone (our "tear down" guy) gave me a somewhat valid reason why we have so many (what I considered extra) parts sitting in a warehouse. he says "all of our parts go there first, to be shipped to our customer from there, because there's no room here to store even a days worth of product" (which makes sense. they are big seats, we do make a ton of 'em, and we truly don't have any room in this huge -almost claustrophobic- building...jammed with metal stamp machines, welders, and assembly lines). rumors, from the day I started working here, said that one day they'd take out the north wall and expand, but that was quickly followed by "if the place doesn't move to Mexico first". good gawd, I just noticed how much I cling to rumors about this place. it's been a long time since I've heard any "real" news, being that we haven't had our monthly plant update since last year November(-ish). I haven't seen our new plant manager (we had 4 different plant managers last year) since. rumor has it he may have been waxed by a Glock 17 toting disgruntled mad-man (alright, so why not start my own rumors...?)
I'll blather on some more about work, but first, the pooperdog is tugging at my shirtsleeve to go for a walk...
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