I’m waiting for more material to come in from one of our vendors. I’m excited, I can’t wait to use the forklift. I like using the forklift. It’s like riding on a four-wheeler or something, except you get to lift heavy stuff, which is kick-a, and feeds into my sense of masculinity and makes me feel like I’m an American Bob Seger motherfucker. Which is awesome, and I’m happy just thinking about it and I can’t help my pride and I want to drape an American flag around my shoulders right now and USA! USA! USA!
Sorry. I’m easily excitable. So, I’m waiting for material. I’ve got time to write this blog on a piece of yellow paper, listen to the radio, and maybe drink a soda. I don’t really like soda, but my coworkers do, so I drink a soda now and again with them. I usually get a diet soda. They usually get regular sodas and laugh at my diet soda, which makes me feel like a pussy al Queda or some other pussy-type bad guy that America laughs at on a daily basis.
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I had to do some work right then, where the ellipses are. I used the forklift, AMERICA!!! It was awesome, I totally unloaded some shit.
Anyway, so I can listen to the radio too, while I’m waiting to ship and/or recieve things, and right now it’s the Goo Goo Dolls. I don’t have a girlfriend, so it’s not all that tender. Mostly, I can just apply this song about the tenderness of love to my love of forklifting, and try to cope with the fact that I don’t have a girlfriend. Maybe I’ll drive the forklift over to the soda machine and buy a diet soda, so my coworkers can all laugh at me, the girlfriendless diet soda pussy. I hate the Goo Goo Dolls. I need to go back to work.