Another Day Another Dollar...

5:30 am; Alarm goes off, still sleepy I roll over and shut it off, closing my eyes again.
5:40 am; Alarm goes off again, I drag my self from the bed into the bathroom. Then into the kitchen to make my self some sandwiches for work. Taking my time to stack the ham, salami and pepper jack cheese perfectly. Stuffing them into the bag I head to the door, pausing to get dressed on my way by.
6:00 am; Sitting comfortably in the front seat of the neon I head out of the drive towards the e-way. Making it to 96 I hit the center lane and set the cruise to 70. Rolling right along, listening to Bob and Tom.
6:30 am; Exit the expressway at M-52, heading down to Howell-Mason road, taking it towards Mason to Willamston Rd. That I take over to Dexter Tr, and on to the new pit.
6:45 am: Pull into the pit, drive to the back to the parking area. Kill the headlights, put it in neutral. About 7:00 everybody else shows up.

From here the day becomes a little bit of a blur. I spent the day on the ground learning my way around. Cleaning under the plant and learning the buttons. I spent a little time on the side of the plant picking sticks out of the crushed stone. At some point it started to rain, and we work in the rain. So by quitting time I was soaked to the bone. Need to remember to bring spare clothes with me. No break for lunch, so you just eat on the fly. Which is cool.

6:00 pm; End of work, pile into the Neon and head home. Phone's not working well, shutting it's self off.
7:00 pm; Get home, talk to Jen, eat dinner. Find out that while I was at work Jen was playing on the mud. Seems someone that I used to consider a friend decided to rat Jen out for cheating. Call, or perhaps IM the owner of the game to get him to log in and stop her. It's funny that they can be so petty that they have to call the owner of a game to stop someone from playing. I wonder if they realize that they just put stress between themselves and me, making me want to talk the them even less then I do now.

And Jayce, if you are reading this...

Oscar says your a fucker, and wanted me to asks you if you knew where the 9/16 wrench was?