1.20.1994
I haven't felt like writing much over the past few days. Mostly I think it has been due to fatigue. During the past two weeks I worked a maximum amount of overtime which included being in the plant on Saturdays. My work has become much more interesting, making the overtime easier to endure. My boss still has me on loan to the PC board lines so instead of running those noisy robots everyday I'm building more complex circuitboards. Compared to operating the robots, building PC boards is where it's at. The robots have become boring to me and I'd have to say it's because I've mastered operating them. Working on the PC board lines is much more challenging since it's all new to me. I hope to prolong my time on loan for another month. If I'm lucky my supervisor will forget about me and I can escape for a much longer period of time. My boss is a nitwit.
Senor Random let me borrow some of his old journals to read. It's been interesting to see how someone else has approached the task of writing about daily life's adventures and monotony. Some of his writing has been really amusing. It's Senor Random's sense of humor that seeps into his journal entries here and there. It catches me off guard. Sometimes the beauty of his writing style is how he describes something simple like coming down with a common cold. "Stuffy nose of hate", I think is how he puts it. His spelling is absolutely terrible. It's surprising actually because to talk to the guy you realize he's an intelligent and articulate person. It was very trusting of Senor Random to let me read his journals. I'd never let him do that with mine, or allow any of my other friends to read them either.
Gina has been having endless man-troubles. I played matchmaker and got her acquainted with a guy named Ricky Rockanova, and he really turned out to be a dud. I feel bad because I set them up and Ricky Rockanova treated her like junk. This of course makes me look like a chump since I was friends with the guy. So I've learned a valuable lesson. Don't set people up. It could all turn into a disaster. Anyway I don't think I'll be talking to Ricky Rockanova much anymore because his personality is weird and he's pushy. He used to work here at the company about a year or two ago and I think he got fired. I'm not sure what exactly happened. I never get a straight answer out of him when I bring the subject up. He mentioned something about a car accident in the parking lot at one of our other sites, but it doesn't add up. I suspect the real story is he mouthed off one time too many to someone and got drop-kicked out the front door of the lobby.
Senor Random let me borrow some of his old journals to read. It's been interesting to see how someone else has approached the task of writing about daily life's adventures and monotony. Some of his writing has been really amusing. It's Senor Random's sense of humor that seeps into his journal entries here and there. It catches me off guard. Sometimes the beauty of his writing style is how he describes something simple like coming down with a common cold. "Stuffy nose of hate", I think is how he puts it. His spelling is absolutely terrible. It's surprising actually because to talk to the guy you realize he's an intelligent and articulate person. It was very trusting of Senor Random to let me read his journals. I'd never let him do that with mine, or allow any of my other friends to read them either.
Gina has been having endless man-troubles. I played matchmaker and got her acquainted with a guy named Ricky Rockanova, and he really turned out to be a dud. I feel bad because I set them up and Ricky Rockanova treated her like junk. This of course makes me look like a chump since I was friends with the guy. So I've learned a valuable lesson. Don't set people up. It could all turn into a disaster. Anyway I don't think I'll be talking to Ricky Rockanova much anymore because his personality is weird and he's pushy. He used to work here at the company about a year or two ago and I think he got fired. I'm not sure what exactly happened. I never get a straight answer out of him when I bring the subject up. He mentioned something about a car accident in the parking lot at one of our other sites, but it doesn't add up. I suspect the real story is he mouthed off one time too many to someone and got drop-kicked out the front door of the lobby.
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