Wednesday

I slept OK last night and got up, did my routine (except my God Time).  I got to sleep a little late, got up at 7:30. 

When Ron got up we went to the taqueria.  Some things I can't talk about but I can say I had a diet Coke, 3 breakfast tacos, bacon and egg.  Ron had (??) and a couple of fajita tacos. 

We had a pretty good time.  Our waitress is a really sweet girl I like a lot.  The boss/owner is a nice guy, very hardworking. 

It's a shame they're no longer on the bus route.  I have to get a ride with Ron or pay for a cab.  But cabs don't like the trip because it's short and "worthless" to them.  So I'm pretty much stuck with Ron. 

I had a very good time.  It was nice to catch a quick, cheap, breakfast.  It was delicious, too. 

Our ride came and we boarded.  Ron was a little bit aggressive "witnessing" to the driver, I didn't feel it was appropriate to take that approach.  I didn't, and won't, tell him that because he will just become more aggressive but there's a line, and I felt he crossed it. 

I hadn't seen anything yet.  When we got to work, we have two televisions in our area.  The volume was moderately loud.  Ron began raving about the volume level and demanded I turn it down.  I did, and of course someone else turned it right back up.  Ron got so upset (again, I felt, over the line) and rolled off to find a manager.  While he was gone, he got a manager's phone number. 

While he was gone, I got the drinks for the bottled vendor and started stocking them.  Ron came back about when I got to the Cokes.  I turned it over to him and went back to doing snacks.  Eventually, Ron hid in the stockroom, away from the noise. 

He has dealt with this for probably 4 years now.  Why today?  I can't say.  Literally, I can't.  But it was exhausting for me. 

I got my work finished, the machine was good looking.  Well, both the snack machines were good looking.  I helped Ron a little with canned sodas but they honestly didn't need much. 

Work put in a monster ice machine, under pressure from the unions.  Great for the workers, lousy for our business.  People bring in a hot can of soda from home and a glass.  They put ice in the glass and pour the soda over the top.  They don't want to pay the 75 cents for a cold can of our soda.  Especially in the winter.  So our sales suffer. 

They actually tried to get us to put in the ice machine.  The first time it broke (after they bought it), they actually came to me (the repairmen) and told me I had to pay someone else to fix it.  I told them no, I didn't, as we only "Took care of machines that accept money.  Does it take money?  It's ours.  If it doesn't, it's not."  They were very disappointed they would have to fix it themselves.  They have ongoing troubles with getting the machine to work, but I notice our sales do go up when the machine is down. 

 Oh, well.  It's a draw; it gets people into our area.  Maybe they will buy a bag of Cheetos or something. 

We finally finished up and went home.  Ron was feeling ill.  He made it home without getting sick.  I ate a bowl of cereal and took my medication, it was about 3 PM. 

Then I took a nap for a while.  I know Torbie was in there for a while, and Biscuit finished it with me.  I got up and did some cleaning, talked to Ron, who was feeling better.  He is watching his favorite movie, again.  Happily he doesn't ask me to watch it with him, every time. 

We have tomorrow off; it's supposed to rain.  We'll see.  I remain skeptical if it will but the weather people seem pretty convinced. 

I just hope I get a quiet and peaceful day off.