jburhite

I'm still recouperating from last night. My job has a fucked up schedule. We have to work every other saturday mornings, but to curtail the massive tardies they did some surgery on the schedule. (the relevancy of this story to my hangover will soon be revealed). We used to just work until 1 am every single night. But now on the weeks that we work saturdays the schedule goes like this. Mon/Tues 330 - 2am, Wed/Thurs 330-1am Fri 330 till 11pm, Sat 7-3. So now we get out at 11 on friday nights. I believe the company's intention is that we get some rest instead of oversleeping, but actually everyone goes to the bars since we never get to. So last night I go to the American Legion Post's Bar. I've never seen this little bar so packed before. There was a little cover band playing, and they were pretty good. I also go there becuase my best friend who I grew up with, Rachel, and her bf are bartenders there. Every one was in good spirits, especially Rachel, it was nice to see her so happy. Probably since she just got back from Rome for her art classes and she hadnt seen her bf in about a month. Anywyas, my intention was to have a couple beers and go home and too bed. Well Rachel was just giving me liquor. A friend from work showed up and we were flipping through this shot mixbook and pointing and she would make them. I paid 3 bucks that night for about 4 beers and 8 or so shots. Man was i drunk. And this older woman, late 30s early 40s was hitting on me. Actually she was quite an attractive mexican chick. I was wearing this sleeveless shirt from work (it had sleeves at the beginning of the day but fuck this Iowa heat and humidity) and she takes this cigarette i was smoking, and puts the cherry to my nipple. Then she rubs ice all over it. Then she had me do the same to her. Interesting. Perhaps if I hadn't been so drunk or didn't have to work in the morning I would have gone for her. She seemed like fun. Then I drove the 15 miles home, which was stupid of me, I never drink and drive. But I ended up being late for work. nearly 4 hours late. Fuck it, I hate working saturdays anyways. I should have just stayed home. But overtime is nice so what ever.

Oh, and yesterday, this kid I work with. Decent fellow, just stupid, fat, kinda lazy, slobbers all the time when he talks, and pretty much the butt of all jokes. I was outside working when one of our saw guys comes by on a forklift and asks what happened to Albee, they just took him to the hospital. I said I didn't know, that I had been outside working. Then I jokingly say to him that he probably shot himself with the gun. I go inside and ask one of the guys where the rest of my team went. Turns out he actually managed to shoot himself in the arm with the industrial stapler. Fucking hilarious. Its understandable that you might shoot yourself in the hand or the fingers since theyre always right by the gun, but your opposite forearm. He had his finger on the trigger and leaned against the gun while working. Blake told me that when albee shot himself he helped him clean it and bandage it. He said that he sprayed this antiseptic shit on him, and when he was wiping it away, a white hunk of fatty tissue fell out of albees wound. He said it was nasty as hell.
Well, I'm gonna shower and finish eating my chili dog and go to a movie. Anchorman sounds and looks hilarious.