recyler

ZZ Top named a CD this title, but I'm not typing about that. My radio expereinces back and forth to work/residence is recycled. Hey ... it's 60s - 70s again. To boot, you hear the top (not 40), but top 10 continually. It is a bitter ride there and back. Curse my lack of mp3 player!

I am making some inroads to the folks there at work ... integrating in ways.
I have disclosed starkly little of me, still ... I enjoy finding out about others. I'm no gossip, so anything like that ends at me, but I prefer to talk with people personally rather than through proxy.

done without nets

For particular positions where I work, you dress differently. I had to strip off some part for one area, then re-don it for another, then do a keystone changing room act because of a few feet between messy and not messy. Huh ... who knew it would be so funky?

I had to travel, dangerously, through an area without my "hat" ... no nets here. I don't like wearing a hat all day, but that's my job.

I got calls about -- got wrong order ...
I'm peeved, now listen!
"I'm waiting!" +

It is, what we call, the service arena, sometimes battle, sometimes mere banter. Some people are caught in the spectacle and the glamor. Their spot in the sun.

+ Princess Bride