Notes

TJ came in with boots in his hands and the aroma of burnt cigarettes. saying some facetious remark more to himself if anything . He lived to amuse himelf whenever he could, its what helps him get though day to day. it was his way of making the most of each momemet. during these early moments of work, we usually get situated. following our own presonal routine to start the night off. for him it starts with a smoke during the last minutes of fredom before clocking in for the night. He doesn't want to give up his free time be he knows he has to.so he clings on to it when he can, sometimes taking more time than needed to get those last few drags in.

jack got mad at work. I could hear him shouting to himeself in the warehouse aisle. there wasnt anything i could really do for him, so i let him be and kept my distance. This job has a way of getting under your skin and bringing you to points of pure and utter frustation. the kind where you rip your hard work apart and throwing it to the floor, all while cussing this and that and the other thing to ease the seething anger boiling over in your body and mind. which usually leads to a vicsous feed back loop from hell where all your anger leads to more anger.