I did a bad thing to the label gun

Ron kept waking me up after I'd gone to sleep, so I got shorted. 

I had to think it was the devil using Ron to mess up my sleep, make me sleep later, and skip my God Time, so you can bet I got up on time anyway.  I got my shower and my God Time. 

We went to the warehouse, but paratransit screwed up and I only had 20 minutes to shop. 

Have you ever tried to buy $130 worth of inventory, find the elusive trail mix, check out, and bag everything up in reusable totes?  It was pretty ugly but I did it. 

We went to work.  The bottled vendor is down.  As a result, we had to do a lot of extra labor.  Basically, I had to do about 5 hour's work in 3 hours.  I just got it finished but Ron and I were arguing on the way out. 

I hate it when people see us arguing, come up, and ask "how we're doing". 

We're fighting, OK?  Leave us alone. 

I didn't say that of course.  For one, he was a postal cop. 

I wanted to. 

We got our ride home.  We made up.  I took a very short nap. 

We got up and went to the Spaghetti Warehouse downtown.  I got very nostalgic for Bubba (the black cat) when I saw a huge sign for Black Cat something or others.  It had a huge black cat that looked just like my Bubs. 

We met a friend, the one who gave me this computer.  We had a great meal. 

We had a good ride home, too. 

I did leave a message for my friend - the one who works for the other vendor.  "I did a bad thing to the label gun." I started. 

Hopefully he can fix it.  It's "our" label gun so it shouldn't be a problem.  If he doesn't mind.  I might very well object - you broke it... but he's a nice guy. 

So, we have to work tomorrow now, too. 

It was going to be our day off.  Maybe we can get Friday.  Thursday looks to be truck day.