March 28, 2013
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...Thursday: 12 hours, and naturally, if the stalag could mess up a holiday weekend, it will. we have Thursday night off (our good friday), just to have us come in Friday night (our Saturday), then have Saturday off. now two days off (out of a 3 day weekend) sounds good, but when you have to sleep during the day to work the middle day, it defeats the whole weekend thang. there are many peeps (including me) upset that they just didn't let us work tonight and follow it with a "normal" two day weekend, but that's the stalag for ya
. way to bust up a holiday, ya fock-sticks!. I hope the 12 hour day trend doesn't continue, I'm beyond frazzled with the factory burn-out. I set up a weeks worth of Vacation somewhere in the middle of April, so as I have time to recoup and maybe look for a 4o hour/week job (they gotta still make those, right?). I'm gettin' too old for 700 hour work weeks
.Rosie and I just got back from a small walk. our walks continue to get smaller, due to her crippling age. I have to pick her up just to get her up the porch steps more frequently. she's gettin' mighty brittle. her hind legs are to the point to where she'll be standing one minute, then plunk down randomly to a seated position with an expression on her face as if someone tore the rug out from under her. I give her more pets and hugs...the end, I'm afraid, is nearing. her incontinence is increasing. she's had a good long life. I wonder (as I have for the past 6 months) how long she'll continue to hang on? we take it day by day. meanwhile, the pearly gates of doggy heaven squeak open a bit farther, awaiting her arrival....she can't leave, just yet, she'll need a good bath first *runs the warm water in the tub*
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