For next week, his company switched him out of his current department to the department he just left.
Why? Who knows. There is never a rhyme or reason in the world of steel. I would venture to guess they allowed too many "voluntary" lay-offs recently. Duh!
So, more than likely, he'll be working the midnight to eight shift next week starting Sunday night. That means he'll need to be asleep around 3:00 PM to get enough sleep to last through the night.
What's the big deal, you may ask?
Sunday is my birthday. We (meaning Geo, Dink, and myself) were going ot my brother's home to celebrate it by the poolside with BBQ. It was going to be an all-day event.
"Well," I said, "I guess this means you won't be at my brother's Sunday."
"Yeah, I guess."
Now, nothing is definite. He could very well be working a different schedule, although he already expressed how he prefers the midnight shift, the dope.
I feel bad for him, but it's my birthday.
Here's to praying he can be there. And if not, well ... I'll save him some cake.
Other blog post: Did I say thirty days?