Crazy...

For a while now I wasn't allowed to drive at work on the plant site.
See, I did a little 'stunting' when I got back, just some minor stuff (doughnuts on a dirt road), and a 'friendly co-worker', A.K.A. ambitious 19 year old shit-head with a house of his own already, reported me.
Now, I was reported to a headshot named Larry, and Larry has had it out for me since day one. Larry is the head of the maintainane department at Sherritt, so... yeah.
He said that I'm not 'sposed to drive on the plant. Period.
However...
I've been on my bestest behaviour. I've been good, subservient, self-demeaning... Basically everything BUT groveling and sucking on his cock to make him feel better.
THIS WEEK our crew is a LOT smaller than normal. 4 guys got fired, just like that. Split. They all shared a house, all relied on one unreliable driver to get to work, and all bring their troubles from home to work. 2 of the four are really awesome, the other two are total dip-shits. (Don't worry, this IS related to my driving story...)
Anyways, they skipped work, because their driver and other room-mate got stoned on a weekday, so the boss said for them all to stay at home. Permanantly.
The other two good workers from that household, if they can get a ride to work, are allowed to come back. Otherwise they can't make it in, so they're gone.
Back to my story... Since most of the crew is gone, and it's shutdown at Sherritt (Big plant project time), most of our crew is always out doing other things. Jim is helping drive an A-Frame (type of tow truck), Jamie is always helping scaffolders, Doug is always on a loader/skid-steer/forklift, and 'B' (an old witch) is our gardener. That leaves me, and a couple of fresh faces.
I have NO CHOICE but to drive.
So... All this week, I've been driving at work. Larry knows this, and seems okay with it. Looks like my long, hard road to 'redemption' is paying off.

I had to kill a bird at work yesterday. Except I had no tools to kill it with. It was sitting on the ground, watching me, ready to fly. Well, I flew into IT instead. I gave it a good swift kick to stun it, and then I smashed my fist into the back of it's head. Needless to say, when a reddish gob of brains is dangling out of a squashed skull, it's bound to be dead. I threw it out, my co-workers stunned that I did that with my bear, err, bare hands.

Tomorrow is Shawn Harding's birthday. He's turning 19, I believe. Right now Jamie is on MSN talking to him. She never goes on messenger unless she wants to contact someone. The rest of the time, she's unreachable. You should feel happy Shawn, that she's going through the extra effort to reach you. I'll wish you a happy birthday tomorrow.

Richard, Jamie's brother, seems upset for some reason.
Now, I know that he's like me, uncertain about the future and about what his role in it will be. I'm sure he's lonely, frustrated, and sad as well. He's been coming by a lot this week, which is okay, but he seems so sad. There's nothing really I can do to help him either I'm afraid. I mean, how can I help him when I can't even help myself?
I gave him some advice a while ago, suggesting he make his own blog to help articulate his own feelings out in the open. He says he might have started one, but he won't share it with anyone. Apparently he's got too much to hide right now.

Today at work Jamie offered to buy me a lunch, which I happily agreed to and accepted. I hadn't eaten ANYTHING since Tuesday (today is Thursday). On Tuesday, all that I ate was a late meal of cold, leftover steaks which I microwaved for about 10 seconds. Wednesday, nothing.
Usually I don't eat breakfast or lunch. Coming home after a 13 hour day with no food, and finding out that the family was too lazy to make even a simple soup, wasn't cool. I went to bed, tired, unhappy, and hungry, too stubborn and proud to make myself anything. Stupid, I know, but it made sense at the time.
So today, with no breakfast or lunch, an offer for food sounded amazingly great.
I thanked her for her generosity and concern, and am now in-debted to repay her somehow.

I feel like I should buy Shawn Hale a replacement I-Pod. He shared a bunch of music with me, which I stored on my computer, same file format that I got from his I-Pod.
He deleted all his songs, trying to do something, and came over, asking to re-copy all those songs and put them back on his I-Pod.
Well, I copied and pasted them onto his I-Pod. Should work, I mean, that's the same way I got them from his thing. I didn't modify anything at all, I swear.
Apparently, even if you take them off his I-Pod directly, you need an I-Pod installer software thingy to put them back on.
Now, I corrupted his I-Pod, to the point where it's FUCKED. I told him I'll get him a replacement one. Maybe myself one too, for work or something.

Tony re-arranged his room, yet again. This time back to the way it was before! >_<
Now his bed and stuff is out of line-of-sight, meaning I have a modicum of privacy back. I are happy!
He also tore out the carpet in his room, tired of the cats, who are shedding, coughing hairballs in his room. Poor guy... So he tore out his carpet, and is back to having just cold concrete again.

Anyways, going to bed soon. Both Harding AND Jamie were on MSN today. With Harding, that's common. But Jamie?... O_o
I made sure to say hi and pester her, just 'cuz I can! >_<
Tomorrow after work I will be taking Shawn Harding into the city somewhere so he can get his first tattoo. Hmm, wonder what it'll be...

Night folks!