I was freezer guy all week. Alex was getting his wisdom teeth out, so he was gone. Tiff was going to have Jordan be freezer guy, but he really doesn't know how to drive I forklift so I got chosen instead. Good thing Jeff taught me all about it. Being freezer guy basically means you're responsible for the ice cream that production puts there. And believe me; there's a lot. You start off by stacking boxes of ice cream on a pallet. Casco’s on one, and fatboys on another. Those are the two products we ran all week. And those are some heavy boxes. They weigh around sixty pounds each and I lift about 800 a day off the ground and up onto a pallet. When I picked up Sara yesterday, she seemed lighter. It was cool. After you've made a full pallet, 56 boxes, you forklift it out of the freezer and onto the wrap machine. After wrapping and marking it, you have to stick it in a bay in the freezer. A very narrow, very dark bay. Being freezer guy also means you're in charge of the entire warehouse. And you're the only person in the warehouse. It's your responsibility to keep the warehouse clean, and make sure production has plenty of boxes, cases, wafers, etc. for the day. On Thursday, I got to unload a truck full of peanuts. That was fun. The best part about being freezer guy is not having to clean up the process room at the end of the day. Instead, all I had to do is walk around the warehouse and pick up debris off the floor and make sure things are all neat and clean. I'm going to be very rich come payday. I've already worked 50 hours this week and we still have another to go until then. Nice. That means I can finally get my transmission rebuilt and have those performance parts installed. This is gonna be awesome. On Friday night after work, I found out that my mom's V6 Lumina doesn't stand a chance against tuners. Yeah, I won't elaborate too much. My mom's car has guts, but not as much as those stupid four-bangers with rice burner mufflers and enough NOS to melt down an engine block. Man those things are fast. The cool thing is, I have enough money to turn my car into one of those. I have this little 88' Nissan Pulsar. It has the 1.6 SOHC motor. I want to put an SR20DET motor in it. Like that's going to happen. So instead I'll just squeeze every ounce of power I can out of it and lighten my car as much as possible. My goal is to get it faster than Sara's car. She has an 02' Sunfire with the 2.2L DOHC. And it's a thousand pounds heavier than my car. Shouldn't be too hard, right? I love Sara. Just thought I'd say that. No one objects to us being together. You know how much peace of mind that brings?