My Boring Life

Well, there isn't much to write about today, but I want to write anyway. I can't really call this the Daily Cud if I only write once or twice a week. I just don't usually have many interesting things to write about. I could bore everybody with more tales from work, but not much has happened at work, either. There have been a lot of machine problems at work. Especially on the Old English line. It takes nine machines to make a bottle of Old English, and today they all took turns breaking down. Part of the problem is the lady that had been in charge of a couple of the machines retired, so there is a new kid trying to figure out what's going on and not having much luck. We usually have troubles when we switch back and forth between 8 ounce bottles and 16 ounce bottles, but this was even worse than normal. Night Mare.

Well, I have been sitting here, trying to think of something worth writing about, and not having any luck. I guess that means I should just go to bed.