Drama Galore

First, a bit of good news.  The worst of the severe weather missed us, but we did get a bit of wind and some rain.  OK, a lot of rain, and this thing is not happy about it. 

She keeps asking to go outside, then when I open the door, she yells at me, as if I had something to do with all that water falling from the sky.  She finally settled in her bed and is sulking, but at least she's quiet.  

In other news, I finished reading 48 Liberal Lies About American History.  It was OK, but could have been so much better.  Now, I'm reading In The Heart Of The Sea, by Nathaniel Philbrick.  I only just started, but I'm enjoying it so far. 

Yesterday, when I got home, I took the precaution of moving the fire pit and chairs into the shed.  I'm not sure it was necessary, but better safe than sorry.  I'm telling you, if I'd know beforehand how much I'd enjoy sitting out in those Adirondack chairs, I'd have bought some years ago.  I can see myself spending a lot of time in my yard, once I finally get it fixed up.  If I can get someone to come out and do some landscaping for me, that is.  

But that's not going to happen today.  Maybe tomorrow.

OK, OK, I know I've been teasing you about work drama for a while now, and it's about time I clue you in to at least some of what's going on.  

Last week, some guy on second shift cut his arm, so they took him up to first aid and got him bandaged up.  No big deal, right?  Wrong.  After work, he decided to go to the emergency room and get stitches --which made it a recordable incident, which ruined their perfect safety record, which made them mad. 

So, in typical toxic environment fashion, instead of dealing with the problem, they took it out on the rest of us.  You know what I mean -- yelling, and screaming, and threatening those of us who didn't get cut.  That type of thing.   Now, we asked Uncle Supervisor specifically whether we had to wear our PPE to go to the bathroom or to the breakroom at lunch, and he said no we did not. 

However, there is this one particular supervisor...the guy wants to be a boss so bad.  In fact, when I had first started working there, someone pointed him out to me -- he drove a forklift back then -- and said, "That guy wants to be a boss so bad."  

Well, now he is a boss, and by golly, he's going to make sure everyone knows he's the boss.  So, he's telling his people that he's going to write them up if he ever catches them without complete PPE, even walking to the bathroom or break area.  

BUT, a couple of the ladies over in tubing told me that they had talked to the HR director, and she said we did not have to wear gloves and arm guards to the bathroom, break areas, or walking up and down the main aisle at the beginning/end of shift.  I said she needs to get with all of these supervisors and get them all on the same page, because one guy can't just make up his own rules like that. 

I had planned on talking about some more stuff, but I've been yawning my head off all day, and I just don't have it in me. 

Maybe I'll sleep better tonight, and tell you the rest tomorrow.  

Hint:  It's about my Stalker. 

OK, that's it for me.  Laters.