Wednesday night-uneventful, went home from work at 9:30 cause there was NOTHIN' for me to do
Thursday night-got lost on my way to work, ended up being a few minutes late. I'm gonna hope that Bob has mercy on me and changes my time in the timeclock. He said he can do that....I hope he does.
Friday night-WOW what a night. Worked next to my "best friend" all night (notice the sarcasm) (she has known about my thing for Tony for quite some time, and once I got him, she started hitting on him, grr) Well my pocket ended up getting loaded WRONG, which can be a big deal, but for 120 books wasn't really a big deal. But it still pissed me off. She had loaded it for me a few times, so she assumed she did it wrong. I told her that no matter what, it was my pocket, my responsibility, MY FAULT, and not to worry about it. On my shift, pretty much everyone has each other's back. So Doyle, my favorite operator ever, threw away the books and wasn't gonna tell the supervisor. No, my "Best Friend" decides SHE is gonna tell the supervisor, but say it was her fault. Too bad that NO MATTER WHAT, it comes down to it was MY pocket and MY responsibility, whether she loaded it or not its MY fault. So she looked like a dumbass, and made me look like a dumbass AND like I was trying to hide something. Needless to say, it was a bad night, it put me in a bad mood for a few hours. But whatever, life goes on, I talked to the supervisor, we're cool as far as I know.
Later on, Doyle took one of the bad books, stuck it on the line like it was coming out right then, checked it, showed me it was bad, and hollered at me for fucking up again. I FLIPPED THE HELL OUT. FIrst I almost cried, then I cussed up a storm, then I almost grabbed my shit and walked out, cause I KNEW I had personally checked every lift I put in the pocket. He turned and walked away from me, and I saw him laughing, and I flipped out even more, started yelling and cussing at him cause I knew he got me good. Damn, I will probably never live that down. It was funny as hell though.
Went to the bar w/ a few folks from work, DAMN its way wierd to drink at 7 AM. We shot some pool, gossiped about folks (I know, bad bad bad, but oh well, it was fun) then I picked up breakfast for my man (he was running late this morning, I forgot to text him and make sure he was up, so I felt guilty) and I took it to him on 9:30 break. 
aren't I so nice?
bleh. Now I all full of beer and my breakfast, and I need to shower and SLEEP!
whew, what a whole lot of fun.
Thursday night-got lost on my way to work, ended up being a few minutes late. I'm gonna hope that Bob has mercy on me and changes my time in the timeclock. He said he can do that....I hope he does.
Friday night-WOW what a night. Worked next to my "best friend" all night (notice the sarcasm) (she has known about my thing for Tony for quite some time, and once I got him, she started hitting on him, grr) Well my pocket ended up getting loaded WRONG, which can be a big deal, but for 120 books wasn't really a big deal. But it still pissed me off. She had loaded it for me a few times, so she assumed she did it wrong. I told her that no matter what, it was my pocket, my responsibility, MY FAULT, and not to worry about it. On my shift, pretty much everyone has each other's back. So Doyle, my favorite operator ever, threw away the books and wasn't gonna tell the supervisor. No, my "Best Friend" decides SHE is gonna tell the supervisor, but say it was her fault. Too bad that NO MATTER WHAT, it comes down to it was MY pocket and MY responsibility, whether she loaded it or not its MY fault. So she looked like a dumbass, and made me look like a dumbass AND like I was trying to hide something. Needless to say, it was a bad night, it put me in a bad mood for a few hours. But whatever, life goes on, I talked to the supervisor, we're cool as far as I know.
Later on, Doyle took one of the bad books, stuck it on the line like it was coming out right then, checked it, showed me it was bad, and hollered at me for fucking up again. I FLIPPED THE HELL OUT. FIrst I almost cried, then I cussed up a storm, then I almost grabbed my shit and walked out, cause I KNEW I had personally checked every lift I put in the pocket. He turned and walked away from me, and I saw him laughing, and I flipped out even more, started yelling and cussing at him cause I knew he got me good. Damn, I will probably never live that down.
It was funny as hell though.
Went to the bar w/ a few folks from work, DAMN its way wierd to drink at 7 AM. We shot some pool, gossiped about folks (I know, bad bad bad, but oh well, it was fun) then I picked up breakfast for my man (he was running late this morning, I forgot to text him and make sure he was up, so I felt guilty) and I took it to him on 9:30 break.
aren't I so nice?
bleh. Now I all full of beer and my breakfast, and I need to shower and SLEEP!
whew, what a whole lot of fun.
My kitty is doing well, thanks. Fat and sassy as he can be!
I'm taking him in to see the vet next Tuesday. Getting him prepped for "the big move" next month. The poor little guy's gonna have to fly on the plane with me! I'm so hoping everything goes okay.
And speaking of kitties!! Here are a couple of sites that you might find amusing. Some of the stuff is pretty darn cute; some, a little much.
http://www.stuffonmycat.com/
http://www.kittenwar.com/
Have a great weekend, hon!!