November 30, 2012

• well, we didn't hit the lotto, but it turns out that someone 25 miles from here got 5 of the 7(?) numbers winning a cool million, so maybe next time the luck will blow toward the lake shore.

  news this morning that we have to work Friday makes me a bit mad.  I was looking forward to a "Real" weekend.  oh well. once again, I can pay down my debt faster, the more I rake in.  I do some online banking this morning, what, with it being payday and all.  subtract this months rent, save $150 for gas and food for the week, leaving $135 to make an extra payment toward the Kid loan ($1800 left to pay it off...I'm sure the money got spent a lot faster than I'm paying it off, but that's usually the way things work). 

  I'm usually pretty tolerant of peeps I work with, but I had it up to here (holds hand level with crotch) with one of the guys on our line.  I have to work across the line from him, from time to time.  a good hour of his meowing, and bear growl style yawns drives me completely up a tree.  then he'll ask "does that bother you?".  my reply is "hell yeah it does...please stop!", simply to have him continue meowing and growling.  it's beyond mind bending.  the more you show your agitated, the more he'll pile it on.  finely, with about 5 minutes to go before rotating to the next station. I finally had it, and traded with someone else.  I haven't acknowledged his presence since.  he's gone on my "Jennifer" list (Jennifer being our hi-lo driver who was so bad at keeping our line stocked as a temp, they went and hired her full time.  she's stone cold unapologetic about her lack of caring whether we get our boxes on time or not.  so, I, out of disgust, choose not to acknowledge her existence either).  meanwhile, the two girls that we hired a month or two ago, are already gone.  it's hard to find anyone willing to bare that steep learning curve one has to fight through, learning every station, and all the machine glitches, etc.  it's hard on us trainers too, knowing someone prob'ly won't hang around after weeks of training.  it's most discouraging. 

  Brian (almost neighbor/room mate) installs the kitchen sink that I had purchased online.  I also buy a replacement for the bathroom.  we'll put that in this weekend.

  I get home, once again, not knowing if Rosie will be waiting for me on the porch (as usual). yep, she's there, wagging her tail as my headlights approach.  she's been showing huge signs of old age. one being she used to always poke her nose toward the hinged edge of the front door while I put her collar on for a walk.  the last couple 3 times, she pokes her head between the couch and the wall, then the trash can and the wall.  I think her cataracts are getting the better of her.  anyway, one day at a time. she's a damn army tank!  rock on pooperdog!!

  currently, I'm relaxing (after McDonald's breakfast with a couple buds from work and a good pooperdog walk) with a bottle (or 2) of 'Backwoods Bastard' [Founder's brewing co] whilst scribbling nothings into my Xanga page.  it's a deliciously strong ale aged in oak bourbon barrels.

  otherwise, I've got nothing more to type...

   

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