Way too busy or just plain in a daze

I can't believe I have not written in so long, the days just seemed not so much to fly by -more like they just kept showing up early. Day after day. It has been difficult going back to 8 hours and this plant requires much more in email and reporting. And it is such a crazy time I just need time to decompress and not think when I get home.

Big Daddy took some time off and intended to finish the wall papering project. You remember the one I started last year, about a year ago. Well, I stamped my foosies and demanded this commence and finish in record time. There was a worthless breakfast nook, a counter attached to the wall and it was time to let it go. When BD finally got it off the wall he told me Don had built it for an elephant to sit on it. And there was a board still nailed to the wall. The board had to come down and that took almost another day of work. And typical Don, he signed the wall where he built this. Everything in this house is signed, or has a plaque or is commemorated in the "book" he left.

The Slavs are on an outdoor mission and I am in awe. First they put enough statues and flower pots on the front porch (4 X 4) to rival the garden club. Then they placed cheap, tawdry and crooked solar lights in the front and back landscaping. Finally they took out the dead tree (this is the one they cut the limbs off last spring) with a hand saw and I think a serving spoon. The Big Kahuna told BD they are going to have a vineyard in the back 40. That would be the back 40 feet, not acres. Can't wait to drink that wine.

My latest physical ailment is my right foot. I thought there was something wrong a month or so ago, prolly six weeks. Last week I got a tinge when I was leaving the plant and the next morning when I was walking there was a crunching sound. It is the top of my foot just before the toes that causes the pain. There is no swelling or bruising, just a soreness at times and pain when there is certain weight put on it while walking. It is getting better, but twice in a few months I think I need to see a doctor. And there is no time right now. Bummer.

I am really unhappy with this latest job and I must keep a good thought or at least keep in mind that I can say fuck off when I feel it is time. Time could be Monday morning. More on that later.

Un-Valentine's Day

Well it is a good thing we had nothing planned for celebrating St. Valentine as the automotive world cannot survive without Big Daddy. Yes, they have stolen my hunk of burning love. He was directed to fly out first thing this morning on a non-stop to west BFE and save the day of all new cars built. Considering the only thing he can do is point out what other people fucked up this is sometimes not the most pleasant job. Especially when the customer is standing over your shoulder.

This is why I am sure I want to go back into that business, I feel I have lost my tact and diplomacy.
I am afraid I would say, what were you thinking when you looked at this piece of shit and decided to pack it and send it to the customer. Would you like this raggedy ass piece of crap on your car? And then it would go downhill. I remember once when the sort bill hit close to 50,000 dollars I told the Quality Manager to put a sign at the end of the line with a running charge for how much this team had cost the company per day. And that was when I was nice.

Friday dinner and a movie is out too, he will be back too late. Then he gets to go back and do it all over again next week.