I had a good day at work until half way through my last job of the day, when my mixer wouldn’t build secondary air, which I called in over the radio. . . and my boss forgot to send a mechanic before he went home for the day.

And then when I finally did get home, our 7 month old lab (Tempest) had chewed on something she found under my side of the bed. . . . .my Plate carrier!
It’s 4 AM Tuesday, Tempest and I just started speaking again. Now to go to work and get through the day without getting fired for what I want to say to my boss.
How was Monday for everyone else?
P.S. That’s not my real mixer, that is the real Tempest.
