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Dau sent me an text message on her phone. Said she woke up there and it was raining. Beautiful. What a sweetie. To think of her mom. I have been thinking of her a lot since this is the week that she went to see bf’s dad.

I guess from what bf tells her, his dad is pretty cool, but his step mom was difficult to grow up with. He warned her a long, long time ago that he became kind of moody when he went home, and if that happened to just understand there is a lot of history there to deal with.

So they had a safe trip there. I keep wanting to call her and have to tell myself no.

I have a struggle with my attitude at work. I just don’t want to be there. I hate it. I get so frustrated. Last time I told them this, they said, it will get better. Well, maybe it will, but history repeats itself and we are always told we can’t afford to make improvements…. etc. I am highly critical of the software pkg they purchased thinking it would help our manufacturing process. Not. It is still very accounting oriented, and I hate it. We don’t have anything that helps us plan and organize manufacturing data. It makes me tired.

I work with the dept that does deliveries, and they were just given criteria for shipping that they cannot meet. They were pretty disgusted. I agreed with them. I suggested they fill out the form on all shipped items and prove to mgmt how impossible it is and that they need to raise the price on shipping, not ask the impossible of shipping. They were really discouraged and I hope they dont’ quit over the deal.

They hired me to be a trouble shooter or to identify problems that need fixed. I did that. But they don’t agree, don’t listen and don’t think the problems I identified are a big deal. They are a big deal. And I don’t know how to fix them. It is beyond me.

faith hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.