A very hard week

I only clocked in 16.5 hours and it feels like I worked one hundred.

Yesterday I walked 3+ miles and today 4.15 miles and it was not a busy day. Those are only work miles by the way.

My new plants are okay and I think this will work for a while. I think the Big Boss guy is looking for more opportunity and new plants, maybe I can be the Jack of All Trades, it could happen.

Everyone at my old plant is telling my old boss how much they like me and think I got screwed, that is very nice to hear. The  new people seem fine and I just need to remember it takes time to feel comfortable. I remember at the old place after a month or so people just got used to seeing you and started talking and that is how you learn the flavor of the plant and get some people to talk to all day long.

The traffic is much worse in this direction. Sammy is starting to act like a Diva in the mornings.

I need a haircut and getting one in the morning and if it all turns out horrible again, I just might have to take JoAnnes advice and cut the cord. And the vain part of my being wonders if I had blown out and worked on my hair if I would still be there. I no longer go to work with the witchy curly hair do.

You ain't heard nothin' til you heard the Slavs sing

Rememer the Art Deco style gas station they were turning into an eatery that I posted a photo of last October? No? Well, anyways this is the restaurant open for business. They saved the Standard Oil lettering on the front of the building.  It has been open for a few months, we are just slow. The Red Crown in Grosse Pointe Park. We have yet to eat there, schedules just don't work out. I hear it is open for lunch now, so maybe some Saturday.

Well, I still ain't heard nothin' because I went to bed too early. Big Daddy however reports the Slavs are all back safe and sound. He knows this because they had a concert on their deck last night. Well after the moment- he remembers he could have recorded this on his hi-tech fancy phone. It would have been great.

I was on call this Saturday as the plant ran, that is an automotive term, the plant ran-the plant is running-the plant is down, but thank all of the holiest I did not get called in. However I found an email this morning from a man I did not know, saying I had a problem with a part I do not supply, and he left no phone number. How odd. Monday we start building pilots again and it is sure to be fraught with emotion and tension, hooboy I can hardly wait.

My hair is just not right after this latest haircut. I am starting to wonder if she is just tired of me and my hair.

The kids are loving Portland. All is well.

Free day

Every once in a while something goes wrong at the plant. Today something broke in the chain system and shut the whole plant down. I screwed around until 1 o'clock break and then I took off. Nothing to do and nothing to see.

Punkin Head sent me a text, they were in Idaho and pushing forward, this is supposed to be the last day of driving and I hope they make it without harm or injury.

Saturday is haircut day and I cannot wait to see what we are going to do with this mop of crap hair. I just picture myself growing this out for years and years and years.

Boring Mr. No Fun

If I get this job it will be just as entertaining as I recall. I got a call yesterday from boring Mr. No Fun, I used to work with him and know the routine. He informs me he will be training me next week and can I come in this week. He just brushed off the fact I have not been hired and seemed to think all would be fine. I told him to go talk to the boss man about getting me hired first. Twice during the interviews it has been mentioned that Mr. No Fun seems to irritate people. I do not acknowledge the statements but internally I am thinking about how amazed I am no one has killed him yet. He has no people skills and I cannot imagine him doing this job. He also thinks he is pretty smart and the last I knew he could not read a blue print so I wonder if he took some classes or is just bullshitting people.

And he is not aware of the fact that the first time I went to Plant Arrogant I had basic directions, its kinda around there were the exact directions, went to the hood by myself, got in by myself and fixed the problem. So his training may not be needed so much, especially if no one likes him.

I went today and got about 4 inches chopped off my hair. There is no way I could deal with that hair every morning. And I had to admit the hair on my head did not match the picture of the hair in my head.

I do have my orange vest and I am getting my fanny pack ready for use. I will take pictures when I get it all together.

The Barber of the village

Columbine randomly growing in my landscaping, I think this may be the Rocky Mountain variety

Big Daddy always has a bitch of a time trying to get a haircut. It was no different in China, it just cost a whole lot less to look like shit.

Back in the day he used to have Earl cut his hair. Earl was the only guy to give a razor shave. Big Daddy quit Earl because he was just too old. He was 97, he started cutting hair when he was 16.

Then BD moved on to Tony, but when he came back from China Tony was shaking so bad he scared BD. He was 86.

Big Daddy then moved on to John, he is a youngster at 71 but he does the worst haircut I have ever seen.

So this evening BD and I are back in the nook at the wrought iron table with the hair cutting kit from the drug store and I am cutting his hair. A little younger than the last guys, I would like to think a bit cuter, and certainly a bit pickier. A glass of wine, clippers with a number one, and some scissors, yep he looks good.