Some of my friends call me Happy Pants most days... I'm usually just bouncing around being my happy silly self... Although lately, I've come to realize that I work for Satan! Well, it's actually an egg farm. I get to pack eggs into boxes all day about 30 hours a week, another 12 doing quality control on said eggs. So now I have carpal tunnel from repetitive motion work. I have tennis elbow and I don't even play tennis! ARRRRG! But I do fence and here's the kicker, my job wants to blame my injuries on FENCING! Yes, the hobby that I love and might have time to get to a few hours a week at best if I'm lucky. Now I've been forced onto a transfer to something that resembles a dungeon. It's complete with mice, their droppings, and about a million dead bugs all over the place. Plus a thin layer of feed dust and chicken manure floating in the air at any given time, most of the time actually. But yeah, it's the mouse droppings that kill me. I wonder how they got into the microwave! No bathrooms, just two community port-a-johns that smell like crap and has enough flies to carry you away at some point. One refrigerator that is mainly for bird vaccine storage, so really can't stick food in there to keep it cold... I wouldn’t want to anyway. Um yeah, I wouldn't even condemn the mice to live in that thing. No kind of water I would drink from, no water cooler, no vending machines, or accessible sinks to wash the filth away. I'm fairly isolated there, no one to talk to unless one of the two other peons come in for a break, nothing to do, can't clean anything, I'm restricted from doing anything but twiddle my thumbs, no wait, can't do that, that's repetitive motion too, so therefore I'm hurting myself and should stop! I seriously think I was put there so I would get fed up and quit. The classic out of sight out of mind, well, I DON'T THINK SO! Since I am essentially doing nothing but roasting in a dungeon, I could easily sit at the main office, nice clean place with air conditioning and do the same thing. So why am I in a pit of crud? Hmmm, seems to me, I have a right to be upset and paranoid now. GAH! Any lawyers out there want to sue the crap out of this place for me? I bake cookies, good cookies. HELP!
Tammy... Not Molly Today
...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin
Sunday, June 13, 2004
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