Leaping Out Of My Own Skin

January 11, 2018

I've been strangely capable of arriving to work a bit early this year, as opposed to barely clocking in before the horrible 'Kronos' equipment seizes up upon scanning in my time card, and declares that I punched in one minute late. I haven't been any more coherent than I usually am at six in the morning, however, which sort of caused an issue when someone stopped my heart today.

I was actually trying to be productive, and get something done before our ludicrously pointless morning meeting, so I had gone into the back room to mix up some chemical coating that I needed. And, apparently, I was completely into what I was doing, because I had not noticed one of the new guys having walked up next to me, and asking if he could also have some of said chemical coating.

Apparently, despite being six foot five and three hundred pounds of solid Marine, this guy moves like a ninja. Not only did I miss his arrival, neither seeing nor hearing him enter the room, he wandered around me to settle in to the far side of the room, away from any point of ingress or egress. He was just there. And I was so startled that I spilled my chemical coating all over myself.

So now my shirt and my stomach hair glow in the dark. More than usual, at any rate.

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