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Very tired. Don’t feel very well. Ate 1 1/2 doughnuts, drank most of my coffee.

She’ll talk to me, I guess, if she absolutely has to.

“Uh, hi. All those returnables are ready to go to quality.”

“Yeah, okay.” I said.

I can attach them to the tugger, now. I know how.

There’s nothing I can’t do with the tugger.

I am invincible!

I do not like the new guy on second shift. He’s loud. He thinks he’s funny (he isn’t). He’s bossy. He interrogates the kid. I don’t like it. He generally creeps me out.

He reminds me of my mother’s brother. I think that’s what it is.

I’m down here by myself, except for Shane. It’s dark and quiet. I’m surprised I’m not sleeping.

Creepy Extruding Guy still stares and grins at me from afar. The nerve!

Oh! I was walking by the damn men’s room, and the janitor leaves the door open, and out my periphery, completely by accident, I think I saw some dude at the urinal!

I already went to HR about that once, because, oh, my God! I’m sorry, that’s just wrong. Whoever designed that bathroom really dropped the ball!

Okay. Time to pet the kitty. ❤️ 🐈‍⬛ 🐱