But I’m taking a lunch, anyway.
And I took a bite of a complimentary buffalo chicken wrap.
Too spicy for me.
No, I really just wanted to write.
I’ve been driving the tugger out on the production floor today. I haven’t maimed anyone or anything, so, I think I’m doing pretty well.
I don’t feel all that well. Just sluggish, not hungry.
You know something is up when I don’t eat.
I kind of just want to go home and go to bed. But of course I can’t, because I have young children.
It hasn’t been a bad day, or anything. On the contrary, it’s been quite a pleasant day. No complaints, whatsoever.
I’m lying slightly. I just remembered what S told me about F. Apparently, while I was gone, he yelled at her about the stinking foam bins, therefore vicariously yelling at me a third time in a month.
He and I keep having this same argument, and frankly, I’m done. So I told Eddie. Sorry, not sorry.
I no longer care that he is almost done. He is being a total grouch.
Also, he is wrong.
Argh, five minutes left.
Wait, D smokes?! Nah.
I do not know his eye color, yet. But I think it is slightly humorous that I still occasionally confuse him and Ray.
Ray must not be in a super wonderful mood, today. He’s been much friendlier to me, lately. But today he’s been more like Classic Ray. Very serious.
Hence, it is not hard to tell him and D apart this afternoon.
Sorry, I’m in a very silly mood. Even though I feel like junk.