June 27, 2013

• alright, the official word is in.  we work an 8 tomorrow, then another on Saturday, then it's an 11 day shut-down, due to our automotive customers having the same time off [awesome!].  then, after we're told all that, he says if we don't get our numbers by this Saturday, we may have to work Sunday...ok, well. 10 days off would be awesome as well, just, not quite as awesome as 11.  I started about 6 weeks ago, throwing "extra" money into my savings so I'd have something for the time off to absorb the shock of limited income (July 4th and 5th being the only paid days).  $790 in savings ought to help budget during this 'almost free vacation period'.  they give you the option to use your vacation money for the time off, or collect unemployment, but I'll simply go the easy route, and slack hard with little or no income.  I did this last year and survived OK

  Brian (room mate/almost neighbor) is beyond fed up with our newest neighbor to the east.  they're the epitome of trailer trash. loud music in the middle of the night. bangin' around makin' tons of racket.  I don't hear it as much being my room is on the west side of the trailer, and I have an awesome 'white noise' fan, but last night, I couldn't believe how incredibly inconsiderate these guys are (I only used to hear the stories because I used to be on 3th shift...now that I'm on second, I hear it all, first hand).  I'm a bit more passive when it comes to rude neighbors, Brian won't think twice about calling the cops, or going over there threatening to beat the shit out of 'em.  he's pretty much a spazz to begin with, then you add the fact that he's on several sleep disorder prescriptions, that'd normally knock a rhino on it's horn, but don't seem to work for him...yeah, you get the point. 

  Bambi Mittens (Rosie pooperdog's old owner) sends me a cute email about dogs...I write her back, saying thanks, and telling her how much I miss Rosie's hugs, then BAM!  she sends me about 8 other emails involving cute animal stuff.  damn.  alright, I guess she likes to share animal lover stuff...so I punched her in the face (what?  I didn't know how to end that story...so I used the "I punched her in the face" ending. it was going nowhere fast, so why not, right?) [no Bambi Mittens were harmed during the making of this poorly ended story]
  

  a couple three "canoe paddler" Leinenkugel's to relax with whilst jotting down nothing, then off to sleep so I can get these next 2 work days behind me, and begin my time-off slack ritual

   

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