It's quiet. And calm. And bloody early, which is good.. I guess.
I work dayshift today... then I'll feed the cats, then head out to ridge so I can charge my phone... My relic.. The most ancient phone ever (hey, Ancient breaks the I before E rule....).
I was watching the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy last night with Michelle and Don, I passed out on their floor. After about two weeks straight of 4 hour nights of sleep.... I finally just crashed hard. On their bed. And then I moved to their couch... I was out like a light. And I'm still tired. It was like, 9... maybe even earlier... So You know....
It's my Tuesday today, in perspective. Work yesterday was okay.Rita makes me want to stab her in the face sometimes, these urges. They're bad.
I have 4 days until I can buy a pack of cigarettes. Tomorrow is the weekly cutoff; thatis, byweekly cutoff for our payroll. I'll try and stay a little today. Time is money. Hell, I could probably go in early undetected. Start at 10 or something today, but I work till four. God I hate Sunday dayshift. How I ended up here is beyond me. Shiftwork is for the birds.
What does "For the birds" mean anyway?
It looks kinda nice out, but kinda cloudy too.

Nothing interesting going on over here. I can barely think. Too damned tired. Ha. There are kittens running around. They're so cute.... They're so little, and they're running now. They're ready to go this week.
I don't want to work today.
I hope Rita is off. Damn. She's just.... such a bitch. She was on entree yetserday. She freaks out immediatly... She was putting some food up, and I was finishing up a fajita salad. She comes up behind me and she's all like.. "MOV E!!!" I was like, "Excuse me?!?" She'd already been yelled at twice for being rude in the same manner, so I was pissed off, "Rita needs to work on her manners..."
"YOU TRY WORKING WITH THESE GUYS EVERYDAY. I'd like to see you work in the middle!!"
And what were my two shifts last week? Sandwich.
The bummed me out of fifteen minutes on my eight hour shift too. I got off at quarter to, and they marked it down as 8:30. I also want to make damn sure they not that I was in sandwich two shifts for five hours.


Blah. Anoher day, another dimebag.