So much BS going on today it's almost funny. I get to work (2nd shift), dayshift is nowhere to be found. Okay, check out tools and head back to the shop. Get back to the shop and the breadtruck is parked, and dayshift is gone. Turnover is simple, a few broke jets that we can't work on. Okay, comm/nav has some work and only one person. We'll help them out. Run around for a couple hours helping comm/nav out. Then supervision calls over the radio why we haven't worked on X Y and Z jets yet. Never got any turnover on them. Okay, scramble to get more tools, send me to dinner (According to AFI's I have to eat at the chow hall when it's open... they can't make me work through lunch/dinner). I get back start working priority X. Takes about an hour to get started. Oh we need a PSD-60; oops, I forgot the wiring diagram; hey I need an extension cord; I need a nitrogen heat gun; yadda yadda. Get to troubleshooting and now it's shift change. Supervision wants to know why Y and Z wasn't worked on (duhhh, you told me to work on X). Midshift wants to know why we didn't do anything (we did plenty, just nothing that you can fill out paperwork or a logbook on). I love my job. Run around like the world is gonna end for 8-10 hours, get nothing really accomplished, and go home. And my boots are now scuffed to hell. No more polishing this week. They'll only get the horsehair brush until I have time to fix them.