[written at work] Haha. Gizmo's in charge of the turrets (depot wise) tonight since Pat's not here. Apparently, however, some lead/supervisor from over on assembly is also in charge over here tonight and has a bunch of the mechanics pissed off. [I found out later that it was actually Gizmo they were peeved with because he was trying to get Delong to get his turret set off and stuff, probably most of them were just jealous because he was in charge and not them or they were just taking the piss - or maybe Gizmo's just a jerk to the other mechanics, but he seems like a nice guy and has always been really nice to me]
Some people are even - rumor has it - telling him to watch his back when they leave this morning [I think this was still in reference to Bert/Burt/whomever the other lead/supervisor was, not Gizmo - though I did find out that some of them were saying they were going to take the doors off Gizmo's truck so he could fit his "big head" inside, referring to his alleged ego trip]
Hell, one of the guys over in the building where my dad works followed his supervisor home after they'd had a fight and let him know he knows where he lives. They gave him the boot and then fucking hired him back again later. This depot is one weird ass place, I'll say that much.
I'm really jumped up on cafahine [caffeine]. Got one of those Amp "Big Rig" cans and downed it before we even got through roll-call. Now I'm working on a 16oz Full Throttle. Shakes mania! [I went on to also drink at least two or three Mountain Dews]
Another night, another 80 bucks. Dropped almost $500 today to pay for work on Ashley's car. But, now it's fixed and that's that. I hope.
It set me back in my budgeting, however, as she found out just this morning that her axles were fucked up and had to drop an extra buck twenty to get them fixed. I'd originally figured it would cost about $350.
Still no sign of my stuff from iwabo. I want my goddamned t-shirt. I need to get a hoodie to wear to work, too. A cool one, I mean. Eventually, I'll just start wearing Ashley's Blood Brothers hoodie (when she least expects it).
It's smoke time.
..That phase of Operation Lungicide went well.
I don't want to go back to work after break. I just know they're going to throw these damn wires out soon. Fucking wires. (just after that break, they threw out the wires and they were in the worst knot I've seen yet. I still feel drained from fucking with them) [note: parenthesis portion also written while at work]
Stubby tubbs should continue to ignore me tonight. I'm not in the mood to talk to him, that overly confident prick. He annoys me so bad that I find myself gritting my teeth when he's blabbering on.
I'm really looking forward to going home tonight. If stubbs doesn't come and talk to me before go time, it will be the first night I can remember where I haven't had to deal with him in any way. Then I'll get to go home and love on my girl and relax. And she can relax because her car is fixed and she won't have to worry about how she's going to get to work every day. And, in a week, we'll have more money so we can go for sushi. I know she likes sushi. Or maybe we'll go to Olive Garden. She's been wanting to go there for a while. She has a gift card so maybe we'll go there on Sunday. Maybe we can beat the after church rush. Why do Christians always commit gluttony on Sunday as a fucking tradition? If having some beer or even getting drunk once in a while is a sin/wrong because of scripture dealing with drunkards then, surely, pigging out (at least) once a week would be even more sinful.
Well, still no sign of stubbs. I've almost made it. I'll be at home snuggling with mashley in no time. Just about an hour and a half left to go. Since I've been here about eight hours already, one more is nothing. Maybe we'll listen to the blood brothers on the way home again. [we didn't]
Their break up still saddens me. Past Lives looks promising enough but so far seems to lack the energy. Blilie's screams made the blood brothers for me (despite whitney's more distinct style). I'll miss those screams if Past Lives (or any other project from/with Blilie) fails to deliver in that area.
I miss my girl..
Well, shit. There I was, relaxing with nothing to do, no means to look busy, no where to hide. He was moving quickly down the line of turrets, passing from Stand Six to Stand Five when I first saw his short, stubby form in the distance. I stood instantly, almost on instinct, and walked out to the center aisle away from the line of turrets behind which he was traveling. I moved along parallel to the turrets but in the direction from which he was coming in hopes of passing him quickly and escaping unharmed. If anyone had asked what I was doing I would have told them I was going to get more ear plugs from the shelf behind the Paladin. Then he made his move. From nowhere he appeared, suddenly, in the central aisle. I tried with all of my might to avoid eye contact but too much aversion would have been blatant and obvious. I at least had to nod at him as he passed me by and then it happened. Like a gunshot in the dead silence of a clear winter night. His voice cracked through my skull and echoed in my head and at that moment it seemed like my universe collapsed around me.
John D. Tubbs III had spoken.
I was able to deftly end the conversation before it began but it was already too late. My hopes and dreams were ruined. My Night of No Tubbs was made impossible.
Some people are even - rumor has it - telling him to watch his back when they leave this morning [I think this was still in reference to Bert/Burt/whomever the other lead/supervisor was, not Gizmo - though I did find out that some of them were saying they were going to take the doors off Gizmo's truck so he could fit his "big head" inside, referring to his alleged ego trip]
Hell, one of the guys over in the building where my dad works followed his supervisor home after they'd had a fight and let him know he knows where he lives. They gave him the boot and then fucking hired him back again later. This depot is one weird ass place, I'll say that much.
I'm really jumped up on cafahine [caffeine]. Got one of those Amp "Big Rig" cans and downed it before we even got through roll-call. Now I'm working on a 16oz Full Throttle. Shakes mania! [I went on to also drink at least two or three Mountain Dews]
Another night, another 80 bucks. Dropped almost $500 today to pay for work on Ashley's car. But, now it's fixed and that's that. I hope.
It set me back in my budgeting, however, as she found out just this morning that her axles were fucked up and had to drop an extra buck twenty to get them fixed. I'd originally figured it would cost about $350.
Still no sign of my stuff from iwabo. I want my goddamned t-shirt. I need to get a hoodie to wear to work, too. A cool one, I mean. Eventually, I'll just start wearing Ashley's Blood Brothers hoodie (when she least expects it).
It's smoke time.
..That phase of Operation Lungicide went well.
I don't want to go back to work after break. I just know they're going to throw these damn wires out soon. Fucking wires. (just after that break, they threw out the wires and they were in the worst knot I've seen yet. I still feel drained from fucking with them) [note: parenthesis portion also written while at work]
Stubby tubbs should continue to ignore me tonight. I'm not in the mood to talk to him, that overly confident prick. He annoys me so bad that I find myself gritting my teeth when he's blabbering on.
I'm really looking forward to going home tonight. If stubbs doesn't come and talk to me before go time, it will be the first night I can remember where I haven't had to deal with him in any way. Then I'll get to go home and love on my girl and relax. And she can relax because her car is fixed and she won't have to worry about how she's going to get to work every day. And, in a week, we'll have more money so we can go for sushi. I know she likes sushi. Or maybe we'll go to Olive Garden. She's been wanting to go there for a while. She has a gift card so maybe we'll go there on Sunday. Maybe we can beat the after church rush. Why do Christians always commit gluttony on Sunday as a fucking tradition? If having some beer or even getting drunk once in a while is a sin/wrong because of scripture dealing with drunkards then, surely, pigging out (at least) once a week would be even more sinful.
Well, still no sign of stubbs. I've almost made it. I'll be at home snuggling with mashley in no time. Just about an hour and a half left to go. Since I've been here about eight hours already, one more is nothing. Maybe we'll listen to the blood brothers on the way home again. [we didn't]
Their break up still saddens me. Past Lives looks promising enough but so far seems to lack the energy. Blilie's screams made the blood brothers for me (despite whitney's more distinct style). I'll miss those screams if Past Lives (or any other project from/with Blilie) fails to deliver in that area.
I miss my girl..
Well, shit. There I was, relaxing with nothing to do, no means to look busy, no where to hide. He was moving quickly down the line of turrets, passing from Stand Six to Stand Five when I first saw his short, stubby form in the distance. I stood instantly, almost on instinct, and walked out to the center aisle away from the line of turrets behind which he was traveling. I moved along parallel to the turrets but in the direction from which he was coming in hopes of passing him quickly and escaping unharmed. If anyone had asked what I was doing I would have told them I was going to get more ear plugs from the shelf behind the Paladin. Then he made his move. From nowhere he appeared, suddenly, in the central aisle. I tried with all of my might to avoid eye contact but too much aversion would have been blatant and obvious. I at least had to nod at him as he passed me by and then it happened. Like a gunshot in the dead silence of a clear winter night. His voice cracked through my skull and echoed in my head and at that moment it seemed like my universe collapsed around me.
John D. Tubbs III had spoken.
I was able to deftly end the conversation before it began but it was already too late. My hopes and dreams were ruined. My Night of No Tubbs was made impossible.
steven, i accidently commented without logging you out.
i lose.