I hate conveyors!
Man, I was so frustrated with one of the chip conveyors at work. It took me 3 hours to get the stupid thing working again. Had to unhook like 40 hoses from the tank (Yes, there was only 5) and then I had to clean under the wheels two or three times before we could get it out. I also pulled some chips out of the machine bare handed, so my hand has got some small cuts on it now. At least its my right hand.
Then I had to do the chips. And as usual the little bastard A.K.A. the Chris I work with, left the bin full again. *sigh* And left four pails from his shift for me to do as well. And he bitches about doing chips...He's gone anyways. Which, sadly enough, will probably mean more work for me. Hooray...
Talked to Pat yesterday before work. Was interesting. Talked about his ex-gf for a little. Whom, I feel no remorse in saying, was a bitch. Trust me I lived with them. But I end my statements there. I am happy to have nothing to do with her, and that is enough.
Also talked about Em, an old friend of mine who I guess (or so the grapevine suggests) is going out with Pat's ex. He's been a real asshole lately. Not only that, but I think he is developing/has some major substance abuse problems. Which paired with his uneven temprement as of late, does not bode well. But he's an adult and can make his own decisions. I hope they don't leave him alone and destitute in the end...but the way things seem to be going for him...*shrugs* I will have nothing more to do with that one until he straightens out. If he straightens out.
Oh. Gotta write this one down. Dave and I were coming home from work, during which (because a certain stupid piece of shit conveyor didn't work) we didn't take lunch, so we went to a grocery store to find some food.
We get to the deli and they have a sign saying that they will make you a pizza. So we're thinking this is cool, because we both felt like having pizza. So she says to come back in 5, and they'll make our pizza. But it was just one of those store pizzas. They make them fresh and package them for you to take home to cook.
But she asks us if we want it cooked. So we said yes, and in six minutes we had a large pepperoni pizza to go from a grocery store. They had to wrap it in aluminium foil. They don't have boxes for them even. It was still awesome.
Anyways, i should be in bed. When we work Fridays we have to go in early. So I have to get up early.
Today you should have some chocolate.
Then I had to do the chips. And as usual the little bastard A.K.A. the Chris I work with, left the bin full again. *sigh* And left four pails from his shift for me to do as well. And he bitches about doing chips...He's gone anyways. Which, sadly enough, will probably mean more work for me. Hooray...
Talked to Pat yesterday before work. Was interesting. Talked about his ex-gf for a little. Whom, I feel no remorse in saying, was a bitch. Trust me I lived with them. But I end my statements there. I am happy to have nothing to do with her, and that is enough.
Also talked about Em, an old friend of mine who I guess (or so the grapevine suggests) is going out with Pat's ex. He's been a real asshole lately. Not only that, but I think he is developing/has some major substance abuse problems. Which paired with his uneven temprement as of late, does not bode well. But he's an adult and can make his own decisions. I hope they don't leave him alone and destitute in the end...but the way things seem to be going for him...*shrugs* I will have nothing more to do with that one until he straightens out. If he straightens out.
Oh. Gotta write this one down. Dave and I were coming home from work, during which (because a certain stupid piece of shit conveyor didn't work) we didn't take lunch, so we went to a grocery store to find some food.
We get to the deli and they have a sign saying that they will make you a pizza. So we're thinking this is cool, because we both felt like having pizza. So she says to come back in 5, and they'll make our pizza. But it was just one of those store pizzas. They make them fresh and package them for you to take home to cook.
But she asks us if we want it cooked. So we said yes, and in six minutes we had a large pepperoni pizza to go from a grocery store. They had to wrap it in aluminium foil. They don't have boxes for them even. It was still awesome.
Anyways, i should be in bed. When we work Fridays we have to go in early. So I have to get up early.
Today you should have some chocolate.
posted by Tara The Terrible!! at 10:16 a.m.
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