April 18, 2012
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so, since I bought this dune buggy, I've been simply listening to NPR, not even knowing if the CD player worked. tonight, on the way to work, I found a new level of zen while jammin' to an old Agent Orange CD. AWESOME! now, if it could only get warm enough to where I can rip the top off from her
. a pet peeeeve that I prob'ly haven't mentioned yet (or have I?) about the stalag, that's reoccurred time and time again, is when we get 'non-comforming' boxes to put our product in, having to scan each seats label first before putting them in upside down, slowing the process down and adding extra work. to add insult to injury, we have a crappy hi-lo driver who thinks she's the shit, and no one can tell her how to do her job (blah, blah). because she's slower than dirt, we often don't get our line cleaned of all the full boxes, and run completely out of empties, having to start piling seats on the floor. after minutes of hollering for a hi-lo, she finally finds her way over. she'll lay out some empties and pile up the full ones, then leave. it's usually this point where line support shows up, jumping to wrong conclusions as to why we're behind, and start hollering at us [when, in fact, it should be the hi-lo chick that gets hollered at]. it's around now that I say "for shit's sake! what a joke! go away!" he can't treat us like dirt because we've fallen behind due to that pokey chick. here we have alarms at every work station letting you know you're taking too long to build, and the hi-lo chick gets away with murder. it happens a lot. I guess I gotta confront Sam about it (he's always on the other line...he runs many lines). anyway, I had to put that one down in writing, so I don't review it in my head while I try and sleep...
poopredog walk, honey bunches of sand burs, and sleep!!
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