blkdragon

grounded
2004-07-18 00:49:00 (UTC)

Work related, et al

7/8/04
7am, decided to take a break, they didn't want to stop the
press; I was not planning to work 7 straight hours without
a break. I don't owe the company a thing, the press runs
on my back, not the other way around; everything that
comes off that press comes through me. I'm so tired of
being around these spineless drones. Ralph has something
to prove, I don't, he needs to prove that he can run the
Harris; so far, not so good. We spent the beginning of the
morning detaching paper from a cylinder, Ralph wasn't
paying attention, started the press without engaging the
brakes and the paper wound around the cylinder.
7/9/04
Was asked, by Jim Daley, to help dump a barrel. While at
the dumpster, I decided to light a cigarette, Jim began
asking me questions about the company; he's new to GBS.
Jack (production manager) passed by and spoke to me,
saying that what I was doing wasn't a good idea, I was
standing talking to Jim and he to me; Jack said nothing to
Jim. I was going to smoke the cigarette from the dumpster
to the door.
Ralph thought he wanted to yell at me today, I was ready
to stop the press and kick his ass. He apologized later,
saying that he was angry with himself and not me. I didn't
give a shit, you've got a problem, deal with it and don't
include me. I don't include these suck-asses in my
problems. I'm mature enough to handle my problems
patiently, most days, on those days when they overwhelm
me; I keep it to myself.

Went to the market with Joshua later that night, saw a
woman whose shape took my breath away, couldn't take my
eyes off her; quite lovely to look at, just a body thing
though. I waited for her to leave the aisle, just so I
could watch her walk away, something about a woman's walk
that I find erotic as hell; especially if she's not self-
conscious. I couldn't help but approach her, I told her
that she almost stopped my heart, her mouth fell open; she
didn't speak a word, I walked away. I wasn't hitting on
her, I did leave an opening for her to enter, she seemed
to be too dumbfounded to respond.

Minerva has been behind me, going to lunch, singing; today
it was Usher's confessions. I don't need anyone putting on
a show for me and she was doing just that. She complains
aloud, when her boyfriend is late for lunch, she makes a
big show of affection when he arrives or drops her off.
She smokes herb and arrives high, as though no one can
notice. She's going through a divorce, has six kids, 34yrs
old; has a boyfriend and seems to be in the market to
replace even him.
7/14/04
We were running a job and Ralph undid the connection to
the water tank, water began spraying everywhere, he began
yelling and throwing things everywhere; seems I'm
constantly saddled with overgrown children. The tank
should've been disengaged before he began fiddling with
the hose connections, what do I know? He apologized and
said he wasn't angry with me, just himself, maybe he
should've just punched himself in the head; more dumb shit
from supposedly grown men. At 3pm, we began printing a
report for a company that has been misled to believe that
we are a 24hr shop, they expect immediate results. Ralph
said that he had to stay to finish the report, I don't
have the incentive to put my life on hold for this company
anymore, so I won't. I left Ralph on press @ 3:30pm, I
won't find the time to talk to Jack, he can find the time
to talk to me.

I was thinking that if God were male, why would He
surround himself with male angels and the fact that very
few angels have been depicted as being female struck me as
odd. The Seraphim are the highest chorus of angels and
they've all been depicted as male, they supposedly have no
genitalia, no need for reproduction.




Ad: