I Guess They Didn’t

I guess they didn't hear us after all, because That Driver was right back on the tugger this morning.  Someone said they'd given her a drug test, and she wasn't impaired -- just a bad driver, so they OKed her to go back to work. I haven't heard anything about the man, though.  How he is, I mean.  I'll ask tomorrow if anyone knows anything. 

We had a bit more excitement today, when I saw someone running across the plant towards a group of supervisors, shouting, "Hey!  Hey!"  A moment later, all of those supervisors came running back the way she came and ran into the women's bathroom.  Long story short, someone had fainted and to be honest, I feel she probably just got overheated.  These young folks have spent their entire lives in air conditioning.  They don't know how to handle a 90° factory.

If they're falling out this early, they'll never make it through August, I'm telling you. 

In other news, the landscaper didn't show.  Didn't call.  Nothing.  To be fair, it's been raining almost non stop for the last two days, so I haven't given up just yet.  In the meantime, I decided it was time to play God with my little basil seedlings and decide which ones live and which ones die. 

OK, OK, all dramatics aside, I decided it was time to thin them down to one per pod. I tried to pick the strongest one in each, but in some cases, it boiled down to an eenie meenie miney mo type of thing.  I hope I picked the right one.  I guess we'll see.  

Here are the lucky survivors.

And here are the poor little ones who didn't make the cut.  

 They are now composting the back yard.  And just after I tossed them out into the mud, I thought I should have added them to the olive oil I'm infusing with basil.  Oh well, there'll be plenty more soon enough. 

While we're on the subject, I went to ask Supervisor GreenJeans to sign a scrap ticket and he told me all about his garden -- how high his beans were gitting, his potatoes, all of it.  He gets so excited about this stuff.  

He really should have been a farmer.