Yesterday boss man called me on the portable. "What are you doing?"
"Well, trying to run some stuff to the shelf."
"Come back to the back room for a minute."
I went to the back room, and he and Non Foods Slave were messing with the baler. Bossman said "You're the mechanical genius." Apparently NFS had gotten the baler jammed up so it wouldn't go up or down, but they got it figured out just after I arrived.
So then Bossman said jokingly "You need to make a bale." All right, whatever, I'll do that so somebody else doesn't have to.
As I started to open the baler he said "I didn't call you to make a bale, it was jammed up." Eh, no prob.
Before she left the area, NFS said "I don't make bales because I never tie them right and they pop open." That's called foreshadowing, kids.
I get the bale all tied up, chains in place, and hit the button. It stopped when the ram stopped, which is normal. I tip it the rest of the way over, and BAM, three wires break.
Imagine my happiness.
I took a picture and sent it to Bossman with the message "You fuckin' jinxed me".
Half an hour later it was finally cleaned up and another bale made (with double wires this time). I came up to Bossman's office, and he just looks at me and laughs. Laugh it up, buddy, you'll get yours.
That's all for now. Stay classy, RHU!