Oh, Dairy, I’ve got good news and bad news. You know that cell relief job I was hoping to get? Well the good news is I still have a chance to get it, the bad news is my interview with the department manager will have to wait. We went in monday night and was told that there was a big shake up and that all the dept managers were being moved around. I will have to wait until th new guy gets settled into the job to find out anything. My bosses all want me to get the job. It only makes sense since I’ve been doing anyway. I’ll keep praying about it. If I get it cool if not that’s cool to.
I actually had a good night at work last night. We went in and one of the machines that supply us with material was down. I only had to do about half the work I normally do. The supervisors from my dept. and the other dept. were raising cain at each other and talking junk. It was pretty hectic for the first 4 or 5 hours. I asked the supervisor fromthe other dept. why the machine kept messing up. He said that it was PMed on day shift and everytime they PM a machine it doesn’t run worth a crap. PM stands for preventive maintnance, which is a program that is done throughout the plant to keep machines running good and to prevent downtime. I thought that my machine was the only one that dind’t run worth a crap after PM. It must be a plant wide thing. They ought to just scrap the PM program.
Well, anyway I felt pretty good this morning, so I went to town with Lynn and the kids. Lynn and Koo(that’s one of my nicknames for Kimber) went to Wal-Mart and I took Jamie to get a hair cut. I told the girl to cut it like it was combed and not pay Jamie any attention if he asked for anything else. Well he asked her to maked it uneven in the front. I didn’t notice it until Lynn saw it. She didn’t much like it.
Oh, dearest Dairy, I’m trying to put on a happy face but I’m really hurting inside. I called a friend(I ain’t(sorry Doris) got but a few) this morning to see if he would go eat breakfast and hang out awhile. He didn’t want to. That’s twice in the last week that I’ve had friends hurt my feeling and I was going to feed them each time. I use to get people to hang out with me by feeding them, but even that doesn’t work anymore. I guess I’m just one of those very boring people, that people don’t want to be around. But that’s ok my dearest Dairy, as long as I have Lynn, Jamie, Kimber, and of course you Dairy. If you are reading this crap you are in worse shape than I am. We, so long and GOOD BLESS.