Middle Aged Journeying

 I swear to all that's holy in any way, the shop is going to take off and make enough to get me out of that double-be-damned plant. For about the ninth week in a row, we got posted to work Friday, and geezus, we had to work. WORK work, because half the department didn't show up. We NEVER had this kind of stupid issue going on when we were scheduled for five eight-hour days. We always made our production numbers and still got relatively close to 40 hours with little to no overtime. Heck, most of the time, we got done EARLY. This crap is ridiculous. So I'm pouring as much of my time as I can into the shop and eventually it will get to where I want it to be so I can quit on a permanent basis. Ok, now that that bit of drama is out of the way, let's get to the minor drama of grocery shopping tonight, which also means I get to go BACK to the store tomorrow and finish up. I forgot ONE thing, couldn't get gas because the station was closing when I could finally get done wit...

 My foot is killing me. Again. But at least Monday is over. Now if they don't decide oh hey, let's run a shift Friday for someone after all! Right now, it's looking like either shift is going to work. I'd like the overtime, but I want my whole weekend. I'd love for them to say, we changed our mind, nobody has to work part of their weekend! The whole POINT of doing four ten-hour shifts was so nobody would have to work overtime. Lately, the plant is coming up with all kinds of ways to screw people out of part of their weekend. I'm getting really lit over it. It's also making me work as hard as I can on the shop. Sooner I get out of there, the better. My right knee, thanks to Bandit, now aches to go with the right foot. While out getting her evening constitutional after I got home from work tonight, she ran right into my leg and slightly hyperextended my knee inwards. Ouch and tarnation. That dog is solid. As a puppy, while we were in the apartment I had before...