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Pipe, Halloween and Crappy Job

Saturday, November 3rd, 2007

-sigh- Halloween came and went, and I still don’t have my pipe. It’s coming from Turkey, and I suspect that with the unrest there, it may be held up in Customs. I’ll try again to get a tracking number and see if I can find out anything.

Halloween was great, though. I only had two days to prepare, but I managed to put up a lot of things, and some new things, and rearranged everything so it was different than last year. My graveyard came out really good looking. I’ll post photos to Flickr as soon as I download them from our camera.

Work is seriously screwed up. Everyone is stressed, and I’m being threatened with a Letter of Warning. Since there’s no union, I want to arrange for legal counsel to be at my Investigative Interview, but they’re refusing me that right. I’m willing to get downright mean about this, as it’s my ass on the line. All I know is that no one better be asking me to come in on my day off from this point on. I was thinking about going off on stress for 12 weeks. Naw, I won’t, but it’s nice to think about.

Hope you had a great Halloween!

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Little Room

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

A truck driver had just finished offloading on our dock this morning, and one of our guys yelled to him, “Would you like to use the little girls’ room?”

He yelled back, “No, I’d like the little boys’.” We all did a double-take, and the truck driver groaned and turned beet red. “Not what I meant! Not what I meant!”

It was hard to hear him over all the laughing.

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What The Heck Is That?!

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

Okay, here’s my weird moment of the day. We had a woman standing in line at the counter the other day. I noticed she had a “tramp stamp” (a tattoo just above the butt). It was blobby looking and about the size of a basebball, with more attached to it, running down to her fanny. Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything I had seen before.

She bent over a couple of more times, and I still couldn’t get a good look at it. Finally, she was in front of me with her back facing me, and she bent over again.

Holy cow! It was Yoda! It had to be 15″ long in total and as wide as a baseball.

Now I’ve noted a lot of other tramp stamps; some were pretty, some were just symbols, some were interesting…but Yoda?!!

I mean, can you imagine being 40 with Yoda stamped on your butt? How would you explain it to your grandkids some day in the far off future? Heck, if Star Wars was long forgotten, explaining Yoda would be pretty weird in the first place.

Okay, I think I’m scarred for life.

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Food Drive 2007

Monday, May 14th, 2007

Now, mind you, I think the NALC food drive is a good thing. They raise millions of pounds across the USA for food banks.

That being said, it’s the lousiest day of the year to be a delivery supervisor. Here your carriers have to pick up all this food on top of doing their route, and your boss wants to know why they’re running late. They’re late because they’re picking up food, you fool. The carriers get all the glory, the clerks get nothing, and you have to explain something that makes perfect sense. You pick up bags of food, it’s going to take you a while to get your route done.

And some of these people eat better than me. I’m looking at donations of food I can’t even begin to afford. I’m worried about paying medical bills, and some guy is eating smoked mussels somewhere. Cans of ham. Upscale soups.

Then there’s the people who donate the crap they’ve had sitting in their cupboard for 6 years and they’re tired of looking at it. Cans of generic food you wouldn’t feed your dog.

Speaking of 6 years, this is my sixth year of doing a food drive, and so help me, it’ll be the last. I’ll cackle when I donate a box of MRE’s that my wife inherited from her dad 10 years ago, and let some other supervisor worry about why a carrier picks up a 1,000 lbs. of food, and has to explain to THEIR manager why some guy couldn’t make it back by 5:00.

I started 2 routes down; don’t you go asking me why we barely made 6:00 on food drive day. Sheesh.

And why was I stupid enough to give my boss my cellphone number. It’s my day off, I’m trying to relax, and suddenly I find myself answering all the stupid questions I just mentioned. If I ever make it somewhere else, damned if they’re going to get my cell number.

I patiently check every week to see if a maintenance supervisor’s job came open. You got tips for my 991, you just let me know. I get everything paid off, and pushing a broom is starting to look good to me. Besides, I was in good shape pushing a broom. Now I’m fat and miserable.

Well, I don’t know about you, but I feel better now. :P

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Bellevue = Hellhole

Tuesday, May 8th, 2007

I worked in Bellevue today, and I’ll be working there part of the rest of this week, and part of next week. I forgot what a gruelling commute it is; two hours one way. Half a tank of gas a day. And regular gas is over $3 now. And I have to fill up with premium!

I don’t know what it’s like just to visit Bellevue, but with my job, I just like to think of it as “that hellhole.”

I worked there for a year, lesse, six years ago, and it burned itself in my psyche. I’ve started smelling smoke again.

They put me there for the next two weeks because I was really getting stressed out. Of course, now I’m just exhausted. I won’t say I’ll be glad to be back, but the commute is 10 minutes from my regular workplace.

Okay, two weeks of this. I can do it standing on my head. If I could stand on my head, that is…

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