On the way to the gym this morning, I passed a guy talking on his cell phone. He was saying "I'm gonna shoot me a fucking nigger this morning" I stopped and I was trying to decide wether I could smash his head into the side of the Coronado building before he got a good look at me, but Anne grabbed my arm and pulled me off.
Probably for the best. My plan would have ended in tears.
besides, I'm a delicate blossom.
On the up side, I'm pretty grateful to Mr. Turd. I had about the best weight lifting session I have had in years.
Then I went to the heat treating company, and met with my contact guy. I think I'm going to start outsourcing my heat treating.