June 18, 2013

• I get to work a little early on Tuesday 'cause Mark's always kind enough to bring me in some Mexican food (I repay him on Thursday's either with bArfy's or Slubway). anyway, as I'm walkin' in, here comes Mittens with some sort of watering tank (??) turns out she has a job at a flower joint that goes around and waters different company's plants [here, I thought, all along, that the trees in our break room were fake].  she was just as surprised to see me as I was her.  she thought I still worked 3nd.  nopes. we talk about Rosie for a bit (being it was her dog before it was mine).  I sort of make the conversation short saying I gotta punch in before I'm late (even though I was almost an hour early).  it was good to chat.  I'll prob'ly be seeing her again here and there as she waters her way around.

  we get new 55" TV's in our break room now, replacing the old 30" CRT's...so now we can be bored with CNN news via flat screen while we dine.  tonight, I find myself getting angry at the half ass job maintenance does on our line.  they don't fix a problem, they half fix it and tell you how to hold your tongue just right in order to make the station work (I'd love to make a maintenance wage in order to not fix stuff like it should be).  give me 10 minutes and a screw driver and I can take care of a lot of head aches our line suffers from.  it dawns on me that I used to get this angry at work stuff daily (when I worked a thousand hours a day).  I guess an anger outburst every couple weeks (on 8's) is somewhat more except-able.

  I'm a little geeked, 'cause  the Kid's boyfriend had started  a xanga blahg, only to frazzle out after his first entry, then my sister adds an entry after being gone for a good year, but that's all the farther she gets.  no one wants to share...oh well. who knows, maybe one day I'll stop throwing words on a page and get a life too.
  

  I'm gainin' weight, drinkin' more beers after work, and not takin' me anymore barefoot pooperdog walks.  I guess I should maybe take up joggin', or actually pick up those clubs I bought, and hit the range more often...but being the slacker that I am, it's kind of nice to sleep in *fart*

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