I wholeheartedly endorse this.
Miracle of miracles, it was!
But the cold line is still kaput - we used the “2 bags of ice” method which worked surprisingly well. It took me FIVE buckets of hot water to melt it all, even after a 10-hour stint.
Speaking of, I was complaining about how hard the ice was fighting me back at the end of the night, and one of my coworkers helpfully piped up with, “Get you a bucket of real hot water.”
First of all, I was on my 4th bucket.
Second of all, what the hell did you think I was doing, going back’n’forth to the sink while you were standing there washing dishes?
Third of all, this fool boy thinks I was born yesterday. “Melt ice with hot water? Whaaaaa… ?!? { forehead smack } Why didn’t I think of that?”
This made me smile.
Well, as we all know, 'tis good to be juvenile.
I made sure to drink lotsa water, too.
I’d laugh. And sip.
I guess “often” works, too, if brevity is your thing.
Oh, she didn’t mean it like in a Clint Eastwood type menacing way. She just meant I wouldn’t hafta interact with her.
She didn’t show back up today, for those playing along.
Me, too! It’s pretty full this week, so I didn’t wanna take a chance on forgetting. Or saying, “Ah, eff it” and then having regrets.
Was accompanied by a couple of instances of “dry lighting” just in the few minutes the task takes, which we also saw at work earlier. I don’t think I’d ever heard the term before a fellow crew commented on it.
Had fancy tuna sushi (it’s from a box at the frozen section of the good supermarket 
) to nibble on all day. Was supposed to be yesterday’s food, but .. nope. Yesterday was just a big ol’ nope. Anyway, at least I had that to look forward to for today.
But all evening I was craving some sort of fluffy carby-thing, to offset all that protein I guess, so I just plopped a mini-tube of whomp croissants into the oven.
… and it was rainy earlier & is now quite hyoooomid, so between that & the oven, I’m really glad I left Coolio running throughout my shift.
Monkey has just had some gooshy-fud, so don’t let him lie to you and say how poorly he’s mistreated.
Is that what y’all call it when a cat tucks its paws under?