I have a hang over.

Yesterday sucked at work. One of the office girls came over from next door and she looked about as hung over as I did! Sure enough she was. Cheap beer for me and a box of wine for her. The day dragged on.

She gave me her phone number though. Odd because she is married?

Of course, one miserably hung over day isn't enough for me in a week. Oh, no I need at least 2! So here I am typing this on a Saturday. I got here at 6am and I will be here untill 6pm.

The outside service manager bought doughnuts for the shop. There was a maple bacon doughnut in the box but I did not get it. I seen some fucker eating it. I gave him dirty look. When asked what that look was for I told him that I was debating beating him and dumping him out in the pond out back.

After some thought, I spared him and happily helped myself to the Oreo doughnut.

I am wearing my "Repair&Despair under the same roof" shirt today. It is a standard, short sleve mechanics work shirt with some fancy graphics on it. I buy my own shop uniforms. That way I don't have to wear "office" clothes. You have to at least be presentable but "shop" employees need to conform to the dress code or wear a uniform. Rental clothes suck ass...

One of our contract opperators out of the CA office has a thing for me. At least I think so.  She asked me to move out to CA and run trucks with her. That was creepy, never met her in person but she sent a pic of her and her kids. She was bawling about it on the phone with me about it the other day. I really did not know what to say. I deftly ended the conversation by pretending I was talking to someone else and then telling her I had to go.