6:55p
It's been a while since I've updated (I've been saying that a lot in my blogs). Interesting to see how far I've come since my last post. A LOT has changed. Stay tuned, kids, things are ramping up.
Since September, a lot has happened. My 28th birthday couldn't have been better. I was surrounded by friends, some I hadn't seen in YEARS. We laughed, cried, got drunk, and laughed until we cried. I'm looking forward to the rest of my late 20's, and eventually, my early 30's. Just wow.
In December, I once again tried for a shot at getting hired on at our distribution center, as I'd been trying to get on for months. I figured if I was going to get a new job, this would be a good place to start (or at least, I hoped).
One week before Christmas, I got so sick that I feared another hospital visit. Crazy part was, it was almost exactly the same crap I'd come down with exactly a year before. The coughing, the sore throat, the headaches...and medicine was not helping. The cough itself kept me up for three nights straight, and finally, on Christmas Eve, I was so worn down that I left work early. I had nothing left in my body; I had lost weight from not eating, was on edge from no sleep, and was just completely exhausted. Losing my voice for three days didn't help, and I had to resort to texting everything I wanted to say. :P On Christmas Day, I felt better, and finally had that cold beat by New Year's. :) I got my voice back, and once again started up my therapy to re-strengthen my vocal chords. Gained some weight back, and felt better than ever!
In January, the whole picture changed. I got the call I'd never expect: it was the warehouse (let's call it DC for short, shall we?). They had a job for me, if I was willing to take it. I decided to take it. By that time, I was so unhappy at the store, that I found myself in a sour mood nearly everyday. Everything was so poorly run, I really don't know how they keep going like they are. Five years ago, it wasn't that bad. I LOVED it there. It was fun, I had a lot of great people to work alongside. Eventually, they all left for one reason or another, and the store went to hell in a hand basket.
So after a week of interviews, and updating this and that, and waiting and waiting, I signed my life away (figuratively speaking), and it was official: I had a new job, and I could finally, FINALLY get away from that mud hole (it IS Crosby, after all!). That was just the start of it.
I was a complete wreck. A nervous fucking wreck. Seriously, what the hell was I getting myself into?!
Well, at this point, I am five weeks in. Everything is so different. Lots to learn, lots to take in. I am an unloader (you were wondering weren't you?). I unload trucks, then put the information into a computer. I've had ups and downs, but it's slowly coming together. Do I like it better than where I was? In some ways, yes. I only work three days a week now, which is very nice. However, I do miss my old family at the store, just not the drama, or the rude customers. Or customers period. It's so peaceful to be able to complete a job without being interrupted every five fucking minutes by someone with a stupid question. Or a phone call. Or Emily. Asking a dumbass question. About stuff she should already know.
My body is finally adjusting to all the changes. I work from 5:30am-6pm. Twelve hour days. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I am awake at 3am, and asleep by 9pm. I am a night owl, so going to bed that early for me is sometimes next to impossible, depending on what I did at work that day and how tired I am. I usually go straight for the Benadryl on nights where I can't fall asleep. Sleeping pills seem too risky, and Nyquill is fucking nasty. I hate mornings, but once I eat breakfast, and drive to work (much further drive than before), and get run off the road by all the idiots (and they will, too), I'm usually wide awake and ready to go.
Yesterday was the time change. Holy mother of God, who's fucking idea was it to 'spring forward'? Losing an hour of sleep really sucks when you have to be up at 3am. I'd never been awake to see a time change. Ever. I'd thought about staying up all night, but knew I needed any amount of sleep I could get. I knew Sunday was going to be a bitch. It was easier than I thought to fall asleep Saturday night, and the Benadryl stayed in the cabinet.
I was up at 1:50am yesterday morning, right before the time changed, not trusting of my alarm to change the time over and wake me up, and I'd be damned if I was going to be late. I made a mistake last year: I wasn't going to make it again. I decided to experiment with a 5-hour energy, because I had the previous week, and it seemed to work for me. I decided that I would head up to the DC as early as I could, so I could eat breakfast, take a 5-hour, and avoid all the idiots on the road. I made excellent time (maybe I was speeding, who knows), and got to work at 4:30. Hardly any cars in the lot, no idiots on the road!
But even a 5-hour couldn't save me. At around 10 or so in the morning, I felt ready to drop. My partner who I'd been working with wasn't faring any better. Please, God, kill us now! Time seemed to stand still. I prayed for the sweet release of unconsciousness, just not at work! You want to talk about walking dead? I think the time change made people sort of giddy yesterday. My group at our start up meeting were laughing so much, and talking about steak (?). Carlos had said 'damn' then when the boss said 'you can't say that' (she thought it was funny!), Carlos said 'dammit, i'm sorry, oh, damn I said it again!' We were all rolling. Saying the word 'crap' is okay though! hahaha But you can't say other stuff! The boss checked into it, she told us herself! It was the most entertaining start up I'd had. The cheer was even more enthusiastic then usual.
My group was let go around 2, as the trailer count was way down for that day. I don't think anyone complained, although our checks won't be happy about it. :( Other than that, there is a lot to learn up there, and I'm so curious how things and people work. I want to learn it all, but it will come in time. I went home and crashed. What a day.
Today I went to Houston and met Sean Casey. He's a storm chaser, and he built a vehicle made specifically to drive into tornadoes. I got to touch it! It's called the TIV, tornado intercept vehicle. Sean was really nice, even told me I could go storm chasing with him! Name the time and place! Told him I could fit in the trunk, lol. What an experience!! I think a Storm Chasers marathon is appropriate! Check out my facebook page for pics.
Wow..took me an hour to type up all this random crap lol. Well, if you've been sticking around reading all this nonsense lol, then thank you. I'm off to watch Storm Chasers. Peace, love, and don't follow TIV during adverse weather!
Show's over, go home.
