I thought God didn't like me much.By the end of the day I was tired and thoroughly pissed off. Aaron had input a tool offset incorrectly, and made thr...e bad parts before I caught it. He had waited too long to replace a worn insert, and that had cost another bad part, plus replacement of the tool. I was tired of repeating which screen would show him the various functions, and the asshole hadn't written anything down. The only good news was that 614 had produced 300 good parts, and they were on. Who goes back to school at that age? Who wants to be around college students at university… weird? "Hi, I'm Jack," he says as he reaches out his hand to shake mine. He is definitely my type, but I see a wedding band. Ugh, just my luck. "Hi, I'm Britney. Fresh out of high school. I'm not looking forward to this class. English was my worst subject in school." "Ha, I know. It's been years since writing a college paper. I've heard this guy is a real douchebag. He never gives out A's." Oh, great.. Now, ordinary grown men would be dreaming about football games, young girls in the back row of the cinema or friends who they had lost contact with over the years.In Danny's case however, he dreamed of bloody-faced men pleading for their lives, mothers and sisters crying about dead or kneecapped fathers, brothers and young lovers in the bloom of youth. He jerked and cried out softly in his sleep begging forgiveness for his sins and hoping that God was too busy to notice his un-Christian career. My target was a widow with four teenage daughters. They were all very pretty and I intended to ask her 19-year old out for a luncheon date. Her name is Lela. Her sisters are Melanie, Kayla and Tawny. Their ages are 17, 15 and 13 respectively. Mrs. Shaw's given name is Vanessa. She is 39 years old and still quite lovely. Her late husband left the family comfortable financially and I imagine she has her share of suitors. I knew that Lela and Melanie didn't have current boyfriends and the two.