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The way I pause and look around just before I begin cooking breakfast, trying to figure out what I have to do first. Of course I know how to make myself breakfast, I must have been doing it for months, now I imagine. And yet I have to figure it out all over again every time.
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The other day I had to run off to the bathroom before I took my first position, guarding the exit door. Mainertoo was herding his morning team out the door, so he covered exit until I returned (doing the good lead routine - get the workers out on time). He gave me the patented 'pretending I hate you' glare. "Coming out here and taking a tinkle. I'm gonna write you up! What's your name?" I offered to smack him, he leered; "Now you're talking my language," and went off to finish up his last bit of business before he left. When he came by a minute later he said, "I miss the shit outta you. Four more months." I'm sure he says that to everybody from afternoon shift, but then again he probably means it, too.
Four more months he's got to be on the morning shift as a temporary Lead. Of course then they'll probably hire him as a permanant Lead and keep him there. They may not, though, because with him there they're almost certain to begin working as a better team. (And, y'know, can't have that - if things start working better we've got to shuffle things around a bit so they won't work as well.) The morning shift have become incredibly backbiting since I left them oh so long ago, according to all reports. Mainertoo says they make so many mistakes because they all hate each other so much that they won't talk to each other. With his playfulness he's good at defusing tensions between teammates; when people tease C. Swagger about his hip-swingy walk Mainertoo will say it reminds him of John Wayne's tough saunter. And then of course he organized the parties - not efficiently, but with great spirit - which got people to blow off steam and start liking each other again after a hard day. Without some of that the afternoon shift is probably going to disintegrate into warring factions. (Okay, I think that's already happening.)
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Friday BuddyBoy was all wound up (of course the 51oz cup of coffee can't help) - he said he wanted to go out and get in a bar fight. "In fact, what I really want to do is go out with FIL, have a few pints, step outside and have a knockdown dragout fight with him and just kick the shit out of each other, then go back in and buy each other a few more beers. Is that weird?"
"No," I said, "Not weird. A bit homoerotic, but not weird." (I don't even really think that, actually - or at least it's not what _I_ find erotic, but I can't help teasing.)
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The other day I had to run off to the bathroom before I took my first position, guarding the exit door. Mainertoo was herding his morning team out the door, so he covered exit until I returned (doing the good lead routine - get the workers out on time). He gave me the patented 'pretending I hate you' glare. "Coming out here and taking a tinkle. I'm gonna write you up! What's your name?" I offered to smack him, he leered; "Now you're talking my language," and went off to finish up his last bit of business before he left. When he came by a minute later he said, "I miss the shit outta you. Four more months." I'm sure he says that to everybody from afternoon shift, but then again he probably means it, too.
Four more months he's got to be on the morning shift as a temporary Lead. Of course then they'll probably hire him as a permanant Lead and keep him there. They may not, though, because with him there they're almost certain to begin working as a better team. (And, y'know, can't have that - if things start working better we've got to shuffle things around a bit so they won't work as well.) The morning shift have become incredibly backbiting since I left them oh so long ago, according to all reports. Mainertoo says they make so many mistakes because they all hate each other so much that they won't talk to each other. With his playfulness he's good at defusing tensions between teammates; when people tease C. Swagger about his hip-swingy walk Mainertoo will say it reminds him of John Wayne's tough saunter. And then of course he organized the parties - not efficiently, but with great spirit - which got people to blow off steam and start liking each other again after a hard day. Without some of that the afternoon shift is probably going to disintegrate into warring factions. (Okay, I think that's already happening.)
* * *
Friday BuddyBoy was all wound up (of course the 51oz cup of coffee can't help) - he said he wanted to go out and get in a bar fight. "In fact, what I really want to do is go out with FIL, have a few pints, step outside and have a knockdown dragout fight with him and just kick the shit out of each other, then go back in and buy each other a few more beers. Is that weird?"
"No," I said, "Not weird. A bit homoerotic, but not weird." (I don't even really think that, actually - or at least it's not what _I_ find erotic, but I can't help teasing.)