Listening to: Hoshi No Kaabi Second Opening
Reading: Old Bionicle Comics
Watching: This is How You Don't Play Resident Evil Remake
Playing: I'm Still Putting The Sega Cases Away
Eating: Macoronii and Cheese
Well...hope the last few journal entries haven't been too...depressing for visitors...
As is obvious to anyone that checks in on my page I've been going through quite the...hell the past month or so. But...hope I haven't worried you too much, cause it looks like things will finally be getting back on track somewhat. Turns out that the Union at work was able to fight to get me back on there. When I returned to sign the Final Warning Notice or whatever it's called, the company person at the meeting told me that they had had a first in their career with what they experienced trying to get me back on. Turns out two supervisors were actually fighting over who would get me if I came back. In the end it was the one of my original Line and I was just sent back to my old job.
When I got there Franky, this fat black kid that's sorta the personality of the Line, was like "oh shit!" when he saw me. Like his eyes lit up and everyone turned to me and started like cheering and patting me on the back and stuff. I mean I knew that no one could really do my job like me and they always had to get multiple people to fill in for me if I missed a day, but that's how it apparently was for the entire month I was gone. About 40-50 loose screws a night, no one able to do my job, and just hell in general from what I've heard for my part of the Line. The new partner I quite a bit better than a lot of ones I've had (probably cause he's been forced to do a majority of the work in my absence) and it turns out he actually just moved in right across the street from where we had been living. Everyone was cheering and looking at me when they heard we had no defects yesterday and even the Other Shift's Team Leader was glad I was back since I put everything where it's supposed to go at the end of the night.
So...yeah...I'm...pretty...content right now I guess. For the first time in like half a decade it feels like I'm going to be able to be alive again. Running water after 3 months, able to take baths and showers again, an actual real kitchen and actual rooms. Just...I don't wanna sound proud or nothin', but you DO NOT know what it's like to have even this little functioning shack of a house after the hell that I've been through for the last six years...
...now...let's see if I can get back to updating things on a regularish schedule...