blkdragon

grounded
2004-04-03 16:46:11 (UTC)

The day after the day off

I was surprised when I came home, earlier this week,
Charles was doing homework; one day out of five. Charles'
problem is, he'll take one step forward and five steps
back. Went to work expecting problems yesterday, was
wearing the "you don't want to fuck with me" face, no one
did. Spoke to my boss about the payroll information snafu,
he told me he'd talk to the comptroller and I threw in the
fact that she owes me a vacation day from last year, I'll
see if they handled the problem next week.

Worked the Web all day, yesterday and dropped a metal
table on Fariss' hand, I felt horrible about it and he
tried to play it off; I still feel horrible about it. We
were having problems with the folder delivery system, a
conveyor belt kept slipping off the pulley. Fariss asked
me to release the tension on the table, put his hand under
it (I hadn't noticed) and I released the lock on the table
and it dropped on his hand. He was caught, grimacing and
speeking through his teeth he said, "lift the table." I
said, "Fuck, your hand's under there," while lifting the
table quickly. I grimaced from the thought of the table
slamming on his hand, he said it only got the tip of one
finger, still; "fuck!"
I worked with Fariss and Ralph, normally we have a good
time, we were under the gun to produce before day's end;
then Fariss spilled some of the work in transit from the
Web to the Stitcher. I heard him call my name and went to
help, I then asked if I needed to escort him to the
Stitcher, he smiled and we laughed. Ralph's always pulling
jokes on me, putting things in my sleeves, pulling the
hairs on my arms and the back of my neck; mimicking the
way I do certain things. I like them very much.
We were @ the job until just before 4pm and I had to go to
another company to pick up an application, real serious
about leaving TVP.
I'm about to go to Kingston, Shawn's house, I'll clean my
car's interior while I'm there and play video games. I'll
go there Wednesday night and cook a meal for their return
home. I'll spend the night tonight and go to the rink from
there tomorrow.

Off topic, what if God sent you an email, you knew it was
God because HE told you things only you knew in your
heart? This was my last thought before going to
sleep, "Father, if You're reading my diary, I hope You
find it amusing; I know You've read my heart!"




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