I am apparently the master of all I survey.
February 28th, 2016
This place is empty. Having skipped work on both Wednesday and Thursday, what with my face throbbing in pain and my brain swimming in painkillers, I had to make up the time. Normally I wouldn't stress this much, but the sad truth is that my boss and her boss are both up my butt (figuratively speaking, of course) to get a certain thing done, so I opted to clock in on both Saturday and Sunday.
I could have just shrugged at the suits begging me to work on their thing, but in all honesty I wanted the extra cash. I already worked enough overtime on Monday and Friday to account for the missing hours, making for two very long days, but the weekend overtime is appealing. In the end, my greed overcame my sloth and my discomfort, and I heaved my corpulence into this dive once more.
Having gotten everything done I was supposed to by about noon, however, I found my mind starting to wander. I wasn't all that productive after this, though I did get a couple tasks done that needed doing, tasks that had been neglected for far too long. I even found our missing Loctite ™, which someone had moved to a different caulking gun for, uh, reasons I guess.
Heh, caulk. Yes, I am twelve.
I'm enjoying the abject solitude, however. The security guard did one round at about nine in the morning, and besides tripping over one machinist poking around at noon, I haven't encountered another human being since. Which is just as I like it, for I can blare my music without bothering to consider whatever collateral damage others might suffer to their delicate, delicate sensibilities.
Mind you, the twits I work with listen to Christian 'music', or even right wing hate radio, so take their sensibilities with an oversized grain of salt. I'm not even sure why I bother trying to afford them basic common courtesy, really, because they sure as heck don't offer me any. But then I guess I at least try to be a decent human being, so I guess I've got one up on these creatures.