I smell bacon. Some kind of salty, breakfast meat. Whatever it is, I’m hungry for it.
Meat is a mixed blessing for me, because I like the taste, but I hate, hate, hate the texture of fat. So I have to be really careful to work around the fat on a piece of meat.
How do you keep telescopic snow brushes extended? I try turning and turning it until it tightens (or not), but that never works.
Should I talk dirty to it?
So frustrating. I bought two brushes, thinking I might have a better chance of avoiding the problem? Nope.
A lot of lines are not running today, I think. But I’ve been busy, anyway, moving constantly.
I wish I could do better when I got home. I do so well all day.
Plant manager just came in and called me Lee. At least he’s trying, though. A lot of people wouldn’t even bother.
I wonder if Evan allowed to do any work from home. I wonder that about a lot of the upstairs jobs. I would need a space, though, for any kind of WFH or hybrid job here, and I don’t have that.
Plus, I’d miss my people. The people are why I’m here. I got good vibes from this place the moment I walked in the door. It sounds corny, but it’s true.
My interview with M went really well. My tour with Mike went great. I accepted the job, but then TJX made me a counter offer and I took it.
But they made me a cashier in Portsmouth, which I hated, so after a few months, I was so miserable that I left, anyway, came here.
And I was not very good at it, at first. But I got better.
Then I got carpal tunnel.
And now, here I am.
Did you like my summary? I’m just writing it for new people.
I really have to git. Talk later.