You could tell, by the atmosphere, that tonight was our last night shift, everyone seemed a little subdued!! Even I was feeling exhausted!! (I had a 'very, very' good reason to be, Lol) Maybe it was just me, but everyone appeared to be listless and lost.   

Mr. Pecks was hiding, probably from me (Chicken!!). Mr. Houdini was hiding. Mr. Piper was busy picking his pack of pickled peppers, somewhere.  Chubby Hubby was meeting this person and meeting that person (he reminds me of Santa Clause, directing his elves!!). Dippy the YoYo was engulfed with Dev (trying to concur his next quest.  Unfortunately, his head was still attached....Mr. Pecks obviously didn't take my Facebook advice and snap his scrawny neck, damn shame). Richie Rich, Mr.Wink-Wink and Mr. Tatt seemed busy!!  

We had staffing levels to cover 4 machines, but only one machine was pumping out any product (2 positions working with a crew of 20. It was crowded!!) With nothing running, everyone just stood around, migrating into their groups, chatting!!. I was lucky, I happen to be a Swinger, so of course, first break arrived in a hurry!! (cheering).  

This week has been a dream week!! I got to do 'Melts' for 2 shifts, and 'Swing Shift' for 2 shifts. I am definitely counting my blessings. The Manager must be in a good mood or he has E.S.P. and knows that I needed this kind of week. (God love him!!)

Due to my exhaustion and 4 hours of sleep (Fuckin Council), my eyes seemed to be rejecting my contacts. I was constantly rubbing them. At one point, I realised that I couldn't see properly, so I dashed into the toilets to remove them. Low and behold, they WERE missing. I thought "Shit, where could I have lost them?" I found one of them, pushed up into my head behind my eyeball, far under my lid. I couldn't get it out. I tried rubbing them, I tried to make myself cry, I tried rapid blinking (If someone saw me doing this they would have thought "She's a fuckin spastic" or "Mr. Wink-Winks sister", loll!!) I had to stick my pointy nail file under my lid and drag it  downward. Ewe!!  

I managed to get the left one out, but the right one was definitely missing in action. I couldn't be bothered replacing them, so I worked half blind. (I can see people, but the clocks are hard to read and from what I could tell about this shift, with my trained management skills, is time wasn't going to be a concern tonight!!). 

With the first two meal breaks out of the way and no physical work under my belt to speak of, I noticed the time for the first time. It was 1230am. Half of the shift was over. WOW, time flies when your always on break!! Lol.

I happened to get stuck at the "Jacob White" station (not my favourite position, but it gave me the best vantage point to admire Mr. Pecks from a distance). It also happens to be the closest station to Lezzy line. She saw me gawking at Mr. Pecks and positioned herself to block my view. She also struck up a conversation which felt more like a probing FBI interrogation. She wanted to know where I lived, what I was doing Saturday (she probably wanted to know my favourite sexual position but was scared to ask) I politely gave her all the answers she was looking for. If I thought her previous advancements were her messing around, this little interrogation has me convinced that she definitely has the hots for me, even though she has a girlfriend. (I sure hope I'm misreading her intentions. I'm definitely a "Give me Dick....or Give me Death" kind of girl)

The night moved on, and it was time to relieve for the 3rd meal break. I once again got stuck at "Jacob White". I thought to myself "Fuck!! why do I keep ending up in this fuckin position" (at this point you can tell I was a little peeved!!)

Everyone return from break and migrated to my position. Irritated from getting stuck at this position, I stood back quietly. (I know!! Something must be wrong if I'm quiet). Mr. Alpha-wanna-be, American Hater was tossing around some kind of wad, when he lost control of the wad and it happen to make contact with me. I snapped at him "Quit FUCKING THROWING THINGS"!! I'm sure by my tone that he knew I was shitty. (GOOD, LITTLE FUCKER!!)

We remained gathered around "Jacob White", waiting on one last straggler to return from her break. When Lezzy moved in next to me. She got so close that I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as a friendly gesture. That's when she reached up and wiped some kind of lubricant across my nipple. It was machine grade lube and smelled like shit. It instantly stained my shirt giving a wet appearance at my nipple area. She commented "it looks like your lactating" (for you men who don't know that big "Woman" word, it's when a woman's nursing a baby and her nipples leak milk) 

To say I was annoyed is a sad understatement!! I was FUCKIN PISSED!! I stormed off and headed to a front machine to get lost in some kind of working activity. (I knew if I was distracted with work that I wouldn't brew on the fact that the G-Unit Lesbian just touched my tit)  Luckily there was plenty of repacking. The other were out on a break (trying to squeeze in that last smoke before 5am). I remained on the floor to tackled the growing mound of repack.  The others returned and were surprised to find me repacking with a speedy vengeance. After everything was clean and tidy I excused myself to use the toilet and have my last pause break that I missed out on.         

I glanced at the clock and let out a sigh of relief. Only 25 more minutes until I would be snuggled up in my bed. 

So here I am, at home, in bed, all better, no more anger!! Good night all!!