"...and I've been working like a dog..."

Eleven hours at work. I'm sore, I'm hungry, my head hurts, and if Sketchy the Clown (the new nickname we christened the "most likely to have a mail-order bride" dishwasher man) makes one more vaguely inappropriate veiled comment about me having an abusive boyfriend he'd like to murder...slowly....I will go absolutely insane.

Where do these people come from? I mean, there have been some pretty inappropriate exchanges between myself, coworkers, supervisors, pretty much every one on the production floor. There's nothing in it, though. It's harmless. Lil' mexican dudes 1 and 2 are like my crazy little brothers, my supervisor makes fun of me for mooning after the 'dreamy' electrician (he was. he threw my whole day off) and my other supervisor trys to dig himself out of the hole he created with

"so that's what your teachers meant when they said "nice, but..."

*crickets, me with a raised eyebrow*

"that's 'but' with one 'T', 'but dot-dot-dot'.....come on, now."

good times were had.

Sketchy, on the other hand, totally creeps me out. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and say he's just a lonely guy and I'm nice enough to talk to people...but I haven't been nice. And the kid he works with makes me laugh so much it's hard to do my job. I'm pretty sure Sketchy has noticed the divergence in my attitudes toward him and this other guy...and generally anyone else on the company's grounds. When he started commenting on bruises and scratches I had....(I went home and checked...there weren't any....) I'm still shivery-uncomfortable thinking about it. My life needs no drama.

PS I've been working on thinking about things worth thinking about. Less focus on the negative, way more focus on "what is good and what is pure." It's become a little mantra for me, and I'm sure I look like a goon walking down the street repeating "what is good and what is pure" to myself, but it's working out pretty nicely. So that's a step in the right direction. I suppose.

I'll try and take stupid pictures at work. It's not like we've got anything better to do. Like....pastries or anything.

PPS the yummy treats at the top of my webpage are actually the pastries Delphina's makes. Yum!

Images of my year

Not all are mine, but all represent what Portland has been to me so far. I love this place, and God has blessed me greatly in it, and continues to do so. More stories soon!