As The Station Turns 6/28
I'm getting ready for work and my phone starts ringing, oh gawd, what now. The Late Guy was calling because he's pretty sure one of his fuel tanks is at the point where it's too low to pump but he can't tell which one. He wanted to know which pumps were hooked up to which tank but I have no idea, I never knew when I was over there. And if he's out of fuel that means I'm gonna get mobbed this afternoon. I'm also pretty sure one of the tanks isn't hooked up to anything anymore. Later when I was at work I saw the truck show up so that situation was resolved. It was another pre holiday weekend and the place was mobbed. Mrs. Late Guy wasn't happy about not getting to the trash and bagging ice so she ran around and did that before she left. No matter how many times I tell her it doesn't matter and I'll get to it later she still insists on doing it. Oh well, at least one person has a work ethic. The Weekend Guy had to work the graveyard shift and I ...