This morning I came into work all ducky, only a few minutes late. I expected to find everything much the same as when I had left: generally messy, crowded, and complete with a metal bench I use to hold tools.

Little did I know as I opened the door to the shop that I would find things still generally mess, crowded, but with one exception. My table was gone, replaced with two saw horses and a piece of plywood, none of which fit into the space it was sitting in.

I nearly threw a hissy fit, that much I will admit; however, I didn’t, I merely took the sawhorses and plywood and put them back where they came from. So whose brilliant idea was this, you might ask? I don’t know. Where did the table go? To the guy in the back who makes things round, so he could measure what he was doing and not have to walk ten feet to the granite block. And as good as a motive as that was, I’d prefer to have a little advanced warning, and that these things be done in front of my eyes, instead of on a day I have taken off.

That’s it. I’m never taking another vacation day. Never. Hah, I bet that was the plan.

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