28 August 2006

X-fer'd, redux.

Right in the beginning of my shift, Julian told me to give back my radio, gather my hand tools up, and head down to the third floor. I didn't think anything of it. But when I got to the manlift I saw Tim, our general foreman, and he said, "You've been transferred to Devar's crew, so see what project he wants to put you on and take care of getting the rest of your tools later." I have no idea why I was transferred, but I'm loving it. Devar told me I can get my maid's cart tomorrow, he just had me working with Jerry and Toni on headboards today. My new foreman is laid back, informative, and he doesn't mind showing me things. He doesn't mind explaining. Finally.

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