Music: Newly found favorites on YouTube
8:25p
I'll be updating this in three parts (if I can manage). Today was a Twilight Zone day..wonder what we will call tomorrow? If it was anything like today, I'm seeing a part two in the not-so-distant future. Froze my ass off all day long (this is what happens when you don't dress appropriately, and Mother Nature decides to screw with the weather), production was touch-and-go, pallets kept dropping on me out of nowhere, I would have settled for BB-Q, and, oh, yeah...I broke my machine. Again. Must be a habit. Thank God the load wheel decided to fall off five minutes before they called us in for the day! I had to drop off the machine with maintenance, and walk (toting my box full of shit and all) back to my dock. So I guess that was the irony for today, and what that is exactly, I'm still not sure, but I found it funny. Even funnier when people passing by gave me strange looks. Yes, I know, there was me and my box, no machine. Even funnier when I got stuck in traffic waiting for the not-train right by work. And even funnier when I flipped a person off for cutting me off, going nowhere fast. The fuck where you gonna go, dumbass? Ugh, I hate people. I especially hate that unloader for giving me lip about her production. Damn bitch, don't you know that I am FAR better at giving an attitude than you are? Honey, I've had 30 god damn years of practice. I let her know that, too. Shut her up, it did. What? I can't always be known as the sweet one.
Day one, it's over...thank God. I'm still freezing my skinny ass off, I'll be surprised if I make it through December without getting sick. Again. Maybe it's the damn icy-hot I just rubbed on my shoulder. Damn my shoulder hurts. Hmm. Think tomorrow I'll dress in layers. I can't stand being cold. Being cold sucks. What's really funny is my sarcasm throughout this blog. Those that know me well know my sense of humor (or lack thereof).
Friday night: If I make it through to Sunday night, god dammit, I'm getting drunk. That is all.
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Music: Toy Story
8p
Day two: I should have kept my ugly mouth shut.
If yesterday was straight out of the Twilight Zone, today was complete hell. Another 'anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and will continue to go wrong until the end of the day.' Except this time, it was on steroids. With a piano dropped on its head (oh, did stuff drop..). Ran over three times with a couple-thousand pound machine, and beat with a baseball bat. There, I think that covered it.
I'm not even sure where to begin. Unloaders did not have tier racks, and I had to cross three docks just to get them, killing my production already, plus hollering at my manager for not getting someone down to my dock to downstack the tiers. That took up my first hour. Production: zip. Unloaders were getting pushy, and thanks to Sonia showing up late, I ran the entire show.
Second hour: my machine decides to lock me out, mid-transit. Least I knew what to do this time around, and didn't crash into any walls! Pure sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell. So down to maintenance I go, and damn if the computer didn't do it again. So of course the guy takes it for a quick spin...and it doesn't do it. Of course! So I take it back, make it back down to the opposite end of A dock, and damn if that bastard didn't do it again. So once again, I run back down to maintenance. They advise getting a new machine, and leaving the bad one behind, and they'll come pick it up later. So down to my manager's office I go, no machines. I inform my manager what's going on, and she tells me she'll get me some help down to A and B dock. About time! I run down to the orderfilling office...no machines. By this time, I'm ready to walk out the door, and go back to bed. I run down the shipping side, and finally come across a machine sitting alone in front of a door. Jessica and a guy were loading, so I asked them if they were using the machine. I got on, logged in, ready to take off...and nothing. Damn battery was dead! UGH. It's nearly 8 by this point, no production, I'm ready to scream. Jessica decided to give me her machine, saying she didn't need it, and that it was fast. It needed a new battery soon, but I didn't care. I needed to get going. I told Jessica thanks, and headed off.
So I get the battery, and, okay, now I'm back on track, Enma is helping me out with the unloaders, it's going to get better.
Who the fuck did I kill in a past life? It just got worse.
I got the luck of being stuck with hauling folding tables, notorious for falling over, because they put so many on a pallet. Every door. All day. And my title for this I had written yesterday..if only I'd known! And here's the really fucked up part: the unloaders were instructed to stack the tables a certain way, so we could haul them without them collapsing every five minutes. What did they do? They did it THEIR way, leaving our QA guy, as well as our haulers, pissed, and the haulers without production, because those idiots had to go back and re-stack each pallet they'd done wrong, fucking themselves, because that left them with no room at the doors! Several times did we have to go haul elsewhere while QA straightened them out. Fucking third party dumbshits!! IF they'd done it the RIGHT way the FIRST time, we wouldn't have been in that mess. I even called my manager for her to see for herself just what we were dealing with. Morons! It wasn't until the end of the day that all the pallets/racks had been re-stacked, and though they kept falling, too, at times, it wasn't near as many as earlier in the day. I swear, after tomorrow, if I see another tier rack, folding table, or A and B dock for that matter, it will be too soon.
I did manage, once everything was more-or-less straightened out, to bring up production, but this morning just absolutely screwed me. I'd say today was one of the worst days I've had at work since back when I was an unloader. I'm having flashbacks I don't want to have. I keep trying to push them down, down, down, but it's like trying to shove an inflatable ball under water; ain't gonna happen. It just keeps popping up.
Like I said, if I make it to Sunday, I'll be one happy bitch. Today sucked. I'm forgetting it ever happened. The positive thing about today is that I'm alive to see my bed again! With that said, here's hoping tomorrow goes much better.
That is, if I decide to even get out of bed.
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Music: Christmas Carol on AMC
10:48p
Day three: it's over! Thank God! I'm too tired to get drunk, for I won't need the alcohol to sleep tonight. Today was the best day out of the whole weekend, even though it still wasn't the greatest, but still far better than the last two, including yesterday! So obviously, I got out of bed this morning. :P
The unloaders behaved themselves today, I had plenty of help on my docks with providing tier racks and pallets, and hauling off yesterday's freight. We got stuck with the stupid tables again, and still had issues with them falling over, but nothing like what it was yesterday. I didn't break a machine today! Production went better, and would have kept getting better had we not had to wait an hour for QA to verify anything. Four docks, and not one tagged pallet we could take away. Haulers were pissed, and running amok, trying to find something to do. Even resorted to taking stray pallets that were hiding among the un-tagged freight. Add that to the 30 minutes I had to spend waiting for someone to come change my battery (they were on break..what great timing). I chatted with a guy from shipping about the differences between Texas weather, and Chicago weather while I waited.
Throughout the day, I noticed people leaving every so often. The loaders on my dock closed up around 2, and I noticed how quiet the building had become. Everyone had left. Only us haulers and a few unloaders remained. Lucky bitches! The other areas got to go home early, while we had to stay and be pissed. :P I'm happy I got my hours, but it's pretty depressing when you get to watch your friends clock out and head home early on a 'Friday'. It was kinda fun having the whole building to myself so-to-speak, not having to worry about anyone being in my way. Just wish those damn golf carts wouldn't keep popping up out of nowhere. Or tables falling. I don't want to even look at A dock next weekend..I've had my fill for a while.
One more week until Christmas! I'm excited, but I'll be happy when it's over. This week is going to be fun! :)
My brain stopped working an hour ago. Show's over, go home.
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