Jun 10, 2005 17:39
God. I need caffiene. I would sell one of my kidneys right now for an affogato caramel frap... Or maybe about 5 red bulls.
Staying awake until 4 seemed like a really good idea last night, and even through most of the day today. Until 4:30 hit. Instant crash. Suddenly I'm yawning up a storm and sanding three adjustable shelves has become a life and death situation. Ok, not really. but you get the point.
Work in itself was off, today. The boss is getting ready to go out of town, adn he's freaking out about what's getting done, what isn't getting done, are we going to be able to be ready for the installations taking place while he's not in the shop, blah blah blah. High stress levels today, I tell ya. I can't wait to see how next week is going to rock out. Chances are Chad will fire me because I'll wind up killing the newb. He seems like a good guy, but he is such a fucking... fuck-up.