"That's what SHE said." II

Is your pickle delicious? (The best part about this comment regarding Matt's pickle is that he quickly reminded us that it would be what "HE" said rather than "she". Oh my!)


It's sticky. Can't get it in my mouth!

Are you going to be down there for long?

I love Cock Sauce! -------->

Oh cute. I've never seen one so small before!

Here. Touch it.

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I never realized how many harmless comments could sounds so dirty! Scandal! But good for a laugh. Laughter at work makes a day fly by. Even when it involves Potty Humor.

I is a Processor!

I passed my test.

I am done with training.

I still have no idea what I am doing.


AHHHHHH!

It's very exciting. I'll get a better grasp on things as time goes by, and my "learning" is only beginning.

Tomorrow night is my first real shift. A full 10-hours. I have my assigned row (Row 4, for the win!) and will be able to do my thing! Yay! (Please don't let "My Thing" involve messing up!) Part of this next shift will even be overtime, which will fall into the $30+ an hour range. Neato!

I went out today and bought some scrubs to "celebrate". It's not required that we wear scrubs at work, but I think they'll be most comfy. And then I can use the free gym. I didn't relish the idea of working up a sweat in jeans. They could... chap? Ew.

I PASSED!!! *dances*


Ms.B

"That's what SHE said."

A rather amusing, quick-witted trainer at work has a quip-phrase that he likes to use... whenever possible applicable. The line is-- "That's what she said!" (So maybe he didn't originate the phrase, but he 'owns' it, people. That's all that matters!)

He finds all sorts of chances to pipe up with it. Like immediately following comments like these:

#1) It just keeps getting bigger.

#2) It's more fun when it spits.

#3) I need more meat.

#4) Milking a goat is a two man job.


Keep in mind that all these phrases were said in the context of a regular conversation, having nothing to do with naughty, naughty things. Alas, they all have new meaning now.

Thanks, Ryan!


Ms.B

Input Overload

I had been in my old job position for so long that I spent my days on auto-pilot. A new postion/company/field has been quite an adjustment. I really like where I am at now though. It's been such a good experience, really, that I am angry at myself for letting the fear of change hold me back for so long.

I am as pleased with The Lab now as I was during my last 'work update'.

I have only a week of official training left. It will be about 6 months before I really have it all down, I'm sure. But I'm picking up on things and I know that everything that is so confusing right now will be easy and routine in time.

Right now I am on a 4-day work week which leaves me three consecutive days off each weekend. My hope is that I can eventually move to 7-on/7-offs very soon so that I can carpool with DH. It seems rather fantastic to think that if I just picked up a few extra shifts beyond what I am used to doing, I can have a SEVEN day weekend... all the time!! Only work half the year. Seriously, how much better could it get? *dream* Oh, wait. It does get better. Once I am out of training, there will be chances to pick up overtime. And in my department, overtime pays triple. If I go in and pick up a shift sometime in the middle of one of my weekends, I will make $30+ an hour.

Sweet.

The clock is tell me that it is now almost 3 a.m.. I think it is time to get my fuzzy brained self into bed. One shouldn't blog in this state. I'm capable of writing about such silly things. Thank goodness I had the self-control to limit myself to work... this time.

Ms.B

Double Take

I passed him twice before I realized I knew those eyes. The scruffy hair, beard and glasses were new to me... but the baby face behind them... so familiar.

Instead of approaching him and saying 'hello' I went to the company website and looked up his profile. I had to be sure he was 'him', ya know? Yes, yes. There he was. The name was right and the year-old picture on the server more closely resembled the old college buddy in my memories.

Finally, this morning as I was leaving work, I threw aside my shy feelings and approached him. We grinned like fools as we chatted for a few minutes. He's more quiet now. The bounce is missing from his step and he seems really tired. Maybe stressed?

I'm always glad to see old friends, but its hard when reality kills the memory. I will no longer think of him as the sweet, laughing, eager boy he used to be. Of course, there is always the hope that he was just having an off-day. Only time will tell.


Ms.B