Mood:  not sure
Looking at my friend's grad photos was a bad idea. It made me so sad that I missed out on the Prom and graduation and all the grad parties. I'm so pissed off at myself for fucking that all up. It's gone now, I can't get it back.

Work was fucking hard today. My hands are all blistered and scratched up. I've got a dozen or so bruises from lifting crates and bumping into crates, or slipping and banging my arm on the assembly table. We we supposed to do 10 units an hours, which is pretty much anyone's peak perfomance. You can't do peak all day long. Your hands get all fucked up and your muscles hurt eventually and you slow down to about 7-9 units per hour. Doesn't make you a slacker. Anyway, thankfully our quota is now down to 8 I *think*. We'll see on Monday. Only one more day of these units for Honda and then I can move on to something a little less hand on the fingers...lift, threading, maybe assembling those large white units. That'd be nice but beggars can't be choosey and money is money.People a nice, everyone's laid back (not including Jeff, that is. LoL), and I can swear a blue streak and nobody cares. That's a definate plus for me because if I'm getting hurt or something is doing what it should it's hard for me to not be like "Son of a bitch!!" "Fucking hell!!". Oh, and they don't listen to country music on the radio all day. Country music makes me want to take a nap. Rock music all the way.

Chad was supposed to call me an hour ago...I wonder where he is? By the time he gets here I'm going to be in bed if he doesn't hurry up! Ah, well.