The night began with a safety meeting, which somehow makes it inevitable that there will be a fantastic "that's what she said" opportunity. In this case it was our safety coordinator explaining that the picture he had of an ammonia cloud was difficult to see. He said, "I wish I had a bigger one..."
#2 lost a little more of my respect tonight when he got genuinely angry at me because he disrupted my work and I am pretty sure I wasn't mean about when I told him he had done.
I think I checked two pudding blends a total of seven times and was just alternating back and forth for what felt like hours.
V-dogg continued to be kind of a jerk and got super defensive because there were problems with some soy that he had blended himself.
Beavis continued to be insane to the point where I think we need to hire someone to follow him around as a translator.
The lactoscope broke after DK went home, but was repaired by that ancient and sacred tech support method of turn it off, wait five seconds and turn it back on.
Typical night.
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