Me llamo es Gato Bueno

Anyone else remember that movie Pump Up The Volume?  Or Lucky Number Slevin?  Fuck it, I’m bored.  I’ve been working weeks without a day off, just recently started working 12’s too.  It’s 0156 and I can’t sleep, sipping on some J&B and chowing down on an A Pack, jamming to some Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin and Chevelle.  It occurred to me today that I probably know more about psychology than most psychologists do.  All people want to do is talk, mainly about themselves.  Listen to them.  Ask them questions, lead them on to other points.  Engage them in conversation, and they will love you for it.  I have so many friends, and close and loyal friends at that, that it isn’t even funny.  Just talk.  About about something they’re passionate about.  Or about themselves.  Just get ’em talking.

As for the header, that’s my new nickname.  Cat or gato.  Mainly gato from all the mujeres at work.  Cat from las gringas.  But for some reason I am now the cat.  Yo estoy El Gato!!!

Btw, I used to be somewhat fluent en espanol, but now I have to remember all that shit.  It’s fun asking them purty senoritas at work to help me with that.

What a night

So, had to laser parts for 4 hours at work tonight, then at 1900 started my machines up.  One promptly crashes, the other runs a half load and alarms out.  After set-up and maintenance tag team the one machine, it runs another two loads and alarms out again.  So I basically ran 30 parts on one machine when I should’ve ran 110 on that one and 40 on the other.  This Goose Island IPA and tobacco vape juice should make the rest of the evening a-ok.


No charges for Queen Clinton.  Willfully and intentionally broke the law, gets off scott free.  Let me try the exact same thing and I’d never see the light of day again.  It must be great to be a DC insider these days.