work, work, and more work...
Just gave 12 hard hours to the land of burnt rubber and flock. They need shipment on my job, and are expiditeing the part in the morning, lol. I just love when they get behind cause of thier own stupidity. I couldn't pass up the O.T. though, trying to save up a bit so Cara and I can have a very enjoyable anniversary trip in a few months. Then, the idiots had the nerve to ask me to come back in at 11am though..... thats where I draw the line, I'm not running my ass off for 12 freaking hours, coming home to sleep for maybe 5-6, then going back and running another 12, sorry, don't play that game. Besides, I want to try to make it up the the club this week, might be the last week for a bit. I should get released to the job I bid on next week, and will probably train on 3rd shift for a while. I may try to work one more 12 this week, and keep my weekend clear to spend with Cara and maybe catch up with a few friends.