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6. 22 Well, here goes nothing. I am listening to gospel music. Can you believe it? Gospel music.
One-oh-four-point-nine, Solid Gospel. Well, less listening to, more being attacked audibly by. Much pain
is being suffered. Grandma always, always has the gospel music playing. Most of the time, the Today Show
is also on. While I'm on the subject of annoying sounds, her turn signal is entirely too slow, and the dialup
buzz makes me grind my teeth. Now that that is out of my system, on to something vaguely informative. I wrecked my car on the eleventh. Totaled it. See pics. You have to click on the Scraps Icon. How wonderfully fitting. I cleverly had a Ford Expedition sit on it, using only a wet downgrade and a lack of Anti-lock-brakes. Much pain is being suffered. I read Cat's Cradle, by God, last week. God as in Kurt Vonnegut, my 82 year old hero. It's a wonderful book, hence the god status of the author. It's also the source of most of the random words, such as say... the title of my blog. Yesh. Today I am Martha Stewart. I made the best chili in the entire world, and hamburgers to freeze. My grandmother helped by ineffectually making several dishes very dirty for me. She has no dishwasher. Well, that's untrue. She has no mechanical dishwasher. I work nicely, though. All the time. Grrr. She annoys me very much sometimes. Come to think of it, anyone and anything annoys me very much sometimes. Now that I am without my precious, precious, apple of my eye, darling honey sugar baby child dumplin car, she drives me around, and I carpool. Grandma drives like the 67 year old woman that she is. Watching an old woman drive is the most frightening thing in the entire world. Just think, someday I, too, will drive like that. I weep. The girl that drives me to work drives worse than I do. Seriously. Swear it to Math. Horrible driver. I have an A in calc so far, but we've only done 3/10 of the homework assignments and 1/5th of the quizzes. Work is... work. I've been alternating between two jobs for the last two weeks. Amp job, and L/S kickpanel. I kick ass. I kick everyone's ass, collectively, on both of those jobs. Unfortunately, I can't do my shooting screws behind the back with the left hand trick anymore. That's at R/S scuffplate. At amp job, in addition to 50 other unrelated things, we have to assemble amps. It's fairly simple. Most people keep 5 or maybe 6 built, as a reserve. They usually build one when a truck comes by, because they have time. I have amp job first every night, and I build one every car, and two on every truck, until I get 40 stocked up. Takes me 30 minutes, and that's all we need for the whole night. It's fun. I usually do it again the second time I do that job, to leave for day shift. We sign our name and the car numbers that we start/end at on a sheet at each job. One of the day shift guys left a note that said "Thank you Christopher or Lauren or T.C." I thought that was funny. Those were the three names signed for night shift. I am a long-winded shrimp today, but I have to wake up in.... um... almost four hours, and I still have to clean the kitchen and get tired. |
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