Lost Week

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    I say that because it went by in a blur. They had me working days insted of my afternoons. So my times were all messed up.

    Our training class was a complete waist as management kept sticking thier noses in it. Since they know little or nothing about the other robotic cells they want to know all about this one. By contract we do the work on it they can't touch it. Shooting themselfs in the foot.

    APT designed it built it & installed it. Most of thier team is from Sweden & have left to go home. One stayed. It's his first time in the US. He speaks perfect english. To perfect. If you don't speak to him the same way he has a hard time understanding. Since most of our operatores talk street slang the pour guy can't understand a thing they say.  Also if I had his looks I'd be at least out part time in as Karen. He is the prettiest man I've ever seen. I'm not turned on, I'm envious. The gg's there are falling all over themselfs trying to get near him. Thier all asking him out to lunch, bringing him food, offering to take him on toures. He works 14hrs a day & goes home Sat. One girl keeps wispering things to him. She's got him so nervous, I'd love to know what she says. I asked him once & he didn't say but got so red I had to laugh.

    Things go back to normal next week. Wendsay anyway. I got to split shifts Mon & Tues. But today is mine or Karen's realy. It's time for her to poke her head out & live.