Some weekend...
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 with paying for the groceries I had to scan myself as the store doesn't really have cashiers any more, and partway through the store, my purse strap broke. The little tab thingy holding the ring at the one end of the strap came loose and so there's my purse dangling by one end and that was it. Drat and other naughty words, because now I have to hunt down a purse tomorrow, too, and if you are not a woman, you have absolutely NO CLUE how hard it is to find a good purse that fits what you want. So that's going to be a FUN trip, she said sarcastically.
Background entertainment at this point of my night is "The Gray Man" on Netflix. It's pretty decent. Highly recommended. Good storyline, plenty of action. Ryan Gosling plays a good guy well, and surprisingly, Chris Evans makes an excellent bad guy, despite the cheesy mustache.
So time for some picture time and then I need a snack before I work on eating something before I have to head to bed in a while. I've got to get a lot done tomorrow other than the repeat run to the store.
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