Mood: Pretty good.
Listening to: Vash playing Infamous: Second Son on Youtube.
So, yeah. Happy Easter.
We’ve been busy putting up a new ceiling in half the room we’re renovating. It looks so nice. SO nice.
I also made Easter Island Minecraft thing on Minecraft. There is so little traffic on the GameFront server I might as well play on single player. If I had my ps3 plugged in I’d play that. But Jan hasn’t plugged it up yet, so I’ll wait.
Speaking of Jan. He was supposed to have the night off. But the guy who was supposed to work called him last night and said he was “sick”. I suspect that the guy was party sick. I did the drawn out “mmmmhm” when Jan told me and he said that he was really stuffed up. Yeah, well… you can work even if you’re stuffed up. You sit in a room all night and watch TV. You can do that if you have a cold. Hell, you can even go to work with pneumonia. If I can do it, so can you. But I guess younger men these days, at least the ones Jan work with, are a bunch of babies not willing to pull their weight, waiting for someone to do things for them and complain about everything. Like if there’s a big cleanup planned they’ll bitch about having to actually DO things rather than just doing the job they are actually PAYED to do. But I guess they’d rather sit on their ass and click away on their cell phones… and then bitch about being told off about that exact thing. Work ethics isn’t what it used to be. It used to be that when someone of higher authority told you to do something you did it. But now it seems, since also the foreman has the spine of a jelly fish, they can bitch about it and be let off from doing it. It pisses me off. If Jan had been made foreman, a job that, in my eyes at least, was rightfully his, this shit wouldn’t have happened. That shift would be running smoothly instead of having bitchy ass punks ruining it for everyone… and themselves. But of course, Jan isn’t a ass kiss kind of a guy. He’ll tell you the truth to your face instead of sugar coating it. I guess the higher ups don’t like that. I guess they like their asses kissed. It doesn’t hurt, either, to have a father working with the higher ups. It’ll get you the job, sure, but I don’t know if it’ll help you keep it if you can’t do the job you got.
Boy did they ever screw up on that choice. Big time. At least now, maybe, they’ll see. Oh man. What I wouldn’t give to have them sat in a room and lecture them about poor judgement. It would be so sweet.
Rant over. So yeah. Jan had to work last night because the other guy was “sick”. And we’re having a BBQ later on. Which reminds me. I have to make the onion salad thing that’s so good. I should finish up. AND I need to use the bathroom. On noes. I’ve ranted too long! Nooooooo