chronic lying.

can you see what it is??

it's a WHALE!! 

i found it while i was sweeping the shop the other morning!  one of our trucks has lost its transmission or something, so it is in the shop, and we don't all fit in the fuels truck, so jay, who seems to support segregation - of claire from the rest of the crew, that is - was true to form and told me "uh, claire? why don't you, uh, hang out and, uh, come up with weston?"  he pretends it's a question, but i totally see through him!

so while weston was doing paperwork/computer stuff, i swept the shop and the cache?/cashe?/cash? (HOW DO YOU EVEN SPELL THAT NONSENSE WORD!?!) and took the trash out.  and when i was sweeping the shop i looked down, and there was a little friendly whale in the cement! so i took a little photo with my trusty phone. 

which i had to go hunt down, because i do not normally keep it with me when i am working.  just fyi.

also.  i seemed to have developed a case of chronic lying. 

some kid from the rec crew came in and asked if i was holding down the fort today.

me:  ya, i mean, i'm the only one responsible enough, craig said, and someone had to be here in case of any emergencies, so they chose me.  obviously.

kid:  ......

another kid from the rec crew came in and asked why i got sweeping duty.

me:  i'm just waiting for weston.  he has to fill out some paperwork for a background check that they're doing on him

kid:  really?  why does he need a background check?

me:  oh you didn't know?  he was in jail for a while.  he's a Real criminal.

kid:  wow...he doesn't look like a real criminal...

me:  i know.  those are the ones that always seem to get you!

before the other engine left, i told bones to make weston let me drive.  (it's much funner driving an engine than a normal truck)  so he told me to say that craig said i had to drive.  so i did.  and weston let me drive.

then we got to our project area and everyone was like

CLAIRE WHY ARE YOU DRIVING THE ENGINE?!?!

me:  i had to, craig said.

them:  why? that's stupid.

me:  well, weston's not allowed to drive right now.

them: why?

weston:  ??

me:  he's on probation.

them: what? why??

weston:  ?????

me:  well, he dented the bumper and so craig doesn't want him to drive right now, so he said i have to drive.

them:  ....

weston:  ????????  what? i dented the bumper?  *look of pure confusion*

me: *walk off and let them wonder.  or actually probably just talk trash, but what can you do?*

fun day, what can i say?  and then i had to go to a barbeque with them.... i didn't stay very long.