either way you look at it, you have your fits, i have my fits, but feeling's good.

Dear Line 5,

My bones are tired. i don't know how much more of this line supply business i can take. the noodles seem to get heavier with each lift. that was something else when the conveyor belt kept stopping, huh? made the noodles all dry and stuff. that makes it difficult to get the noodles to you fast when they all stuck together like that. if it seemed like i was pretty annoyed the other day, it's because i most definitely was. Jorge sustained an injury to his wrist about 3 hours into my shift, so he went to the nurse. he asked me to cover for him on line supply while he was gone. i expected 30 minutes or so. those 30 minutes felt like 8 hours. they felt like 8 hours because that's exactly how long those 30 minutes were. 8 hours. he never came back. that means no one was doing line transfers. that means jose's getting upset at me for not getting him his noodles fast enough. heaven forbid we had to slow down a bit and make 27,900 lasagnas instead of 29,700. the neighboring line had a bunch of gigantic racks on their side, making it a tight squeeze. can someone explain to me why we had 20 people with walkie talkies standing in the middle of both lines right where i wanted to be, making me almost incredibly frusturated? we got through it though.

Remember when mario asked me where i am from? at that moment i wanted to say, "from out of this world, mario." the next moment i wanted to say, "my name's not really eric, it is really E.R.C.2K7." i would go on to explain that i'm a robot from another world. i'd explain that my robot family was on a summer vacation to this world, but our vehicle crashed into this world. i needed a bunch of metal trays in order to build another. that's why i'm a part of this dreadful messsssssssssssssssssssssssssss. i didn't say any of that though. mostly because it's not true. i'm from virginia, mario. you know that, because i told you. my friend, Raw-b, said that we're making enough lasagna to cure world hunger. i believe him. why don't we? i think i'm going to start hiding toys inbetween the lasagna noodles. then we could cure world hunger and hurt. imagine finding a gi joe in your lasagna. mmmmmmmmm. yay. that's how it would sound. mmmmmm, DELICIOUS LASAGNA. yay, TOY. i miss you guys. see you on Monday.

love, eric.