Sadly, Junior has moved to second shift. Just before work last night, I got a text message from her that was a picture of unraveled CEM tape (one of our favorite second shift messes) with the caption "don't worry...I'm on it."
When I got in, she called me in to the plating prep room to show me the crumpled bits of kim wipe on the counter...
Her: "What does this look like to you?"
Me: "The bedside table of a thirteen year old boy."
Her: "I know! I don't have anyone to show this stuff to anymore...they just don't get it! It all just gets built up inside me for eight hours before I can let it go!"
Me: "That's what she said."
Her: ...pause... "Exactly!!"
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