Today's Keyboard Smash

Oh-kaaaaay... See, now I can't blame any of this on the Universe, because I know damn well it is entirely attributable to human up-fuckery. In their continuing bid to fix the shit that's wrong with the machine I'm running, they started messing about with it this morning. While I was on break, and thus unable to avert catastrophe. Because in the absence of the operator, they had the engineer run it to test the adjustments. (Side note: fucking engineers.)

Without getting too technical, the engineer didn't pay attention to what they were doing and ran two cycles of the machine without taking out the first set of parts. With none of the usual empty space inside, that second round of raw material elected to go fucking everywhere. Which meant the mold had to be taken away for *checks watch* four and a half hours to be cleaned.

This job is due Monday and we have 13% of the parts made. Gods and little fishes...

So now, your poor gremlin narrator gets to come in for an extra hour tomorrow morning, as well as picking up eight extra hours on Friday, to try to catch up. And that's not the Universe getting carried away. That's aaaaaallllll people being dumbasses.

I'm gonna make so much money and I'm gonna regret it so much.

Lake Lewisia #591

At Mulaney's All-Night Diner, one never could be entirely sure who might be sitting at the next booth down, no matter how unlikely some of the guests might seem. It was possible to slide into a booth only to look up and see the glowing eyes and cryptic outline of a mothman looking back from the corner seat, or a figure perched at the counter with a milkshake whose historical costume looked a bit too accurate to be mere recreation. Sometimes, no strange visitor could be seen directly, but the day's special would include a peanut butter and banana sandwich and the jukebox only played a certain sort of old rock standard, entirely without the permission of the staff.

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LL#591