monogodo

It's dead at work. There's nothing to do here. I've spent most of the day surfing the internets because of lack of work. My supervisor has gone home early. If I didn't need the hours, I'd have gone home instead. We have a few jobs scheduled to come through in the next couple of days, but they shouldn't be all that difficult for them to do while I'm gone. About the only bad thing about me being gone for a week, from work's perspective, is that our runner seems to have quit, so the staff will consist of the supervisor and two relief workers while I'm gone.

God this sucks. I hate when it's slow. The machines don't run, which means they don't generate heat, which means I freeze my nads off. Well, maybe not my nads, but my fingers feel like icicles attached to my hands. My fingernails are turning blue.

The relief runner picked up two small jobs on her last run. Oh, goody. I get to run a machine for 5 minutes.

Everyone remember to check out my radio show tonight.