Not doin sh*t...

My mind has been running today. Started off with a temper tantrum. Like a damn 6-year-old i swear to god. Anyway work is taking its time today... One of the maintenance guys is painting the floors in our area so ive been watching and talking to him a lot this week. He is so weird! He like always mumbles and says some pretty vulgar stuff to me under his breath but i think he's kidding? He is just really a strange guy. But he's actually pretty funny. And disgruntled. A little bit like the janitor on Scrubs only raunchier with a ponytail and a harley instead of a van. Anyway he totally made my morning yesterday when he walked in the door and his supervisor asked him if he had shoveled the snow off the front steps on his way in. He comes over to me and starts mumbling about how he's always getting bitched at here and ends with this little gem of wisdom:

"Fuck that! I'm not doin SHIT til I'm clocked in."

That's what I'm sayin bro! I like his attitude.