Music: "Beam Me Up,"- Cazzette
4:39p
What a long week this has been. Of course, I've had five days off, thanks to being sick, and being stuck at the house because of said sickness made those 5 days even longer. I am now officially sick of my bed, my room, and my house altogether. I am feeling better, and my voice is slowly coming back. I'm actually looking forward to going back to work, just for something to do, and for a change of scenery! Ha, I know, I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to going back to work....I'm ready to get back on my machine where I belong (providing no one fucks up my system like they did last weekend...so frustrating!) I now only have two more weekends before making my 6 months, I only hope I'm not going back to work to hear some bad news. This is crunch time! No telling what I'll be walking back into tomorrow, but I'm ready!
March is already shaping up to be an awesome month. There's so much going on, and so much I want to explore, not to mention finally get some things to come together in my personal life (and I'll update as that progresses). Being sick held me back from taking that huge step this week, but next week, I'm coming back with a vengeance. If I make it to the 8th with no problems, I can finally breathe a little easier, for the moment. At the same time I don't want to rush things, I'll just be glad when the time comes.....
So what have I been up to this week? I have spent this week learning to use my other senses, since I couldn't use my voice (yes, I know your voice doesn't count as a sense, just work with me here), meaning, I've used this time to LISTEN. I've talked to friends (online, of course), and just listened to what they had to say, listened to their problems and frustrations, or their funny stories. I've used my 'online' voice to get my own frustrations across, as well as sharing my own stories on how I've used all of this downtime to my advantage. I learned to open my ears and shut my mouth, and it's taught me a lot. I found my old Gameboy and blasted the shit out of Tetris, I was doing really good! I also tried my hand in another project this week. I wouldn't say I failed, per se, as failing actually means crashing and burning, but instead, I decided I had bit off more than I could chew. So I put that one on hold for the moment, until I can ask one of my friends for advice.
I spent my last night off last night toying with my keyboard. Felt good to play again, and I wasn't really going for trying to learn any specific song, etc., I just played because I missed playing. I just need to keep it up.
So now, it's back to work for me. I'm ready to get back and kick some ass (and get my voice back!). It's been a long week, and I'm almost sort of glad it's over.
With that, have a good weekend, everyone...I'll be back soon.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Why am I awake..whyyyyy
Music: Above and Beyond Group Therapy #015
8:25am grrrr
I'm not sure why I'm awake so early..just one of those mornings where just laying in bed annoys me, so I have to get up and do something. Even if it's writing in a blog, or trolling facebook. Guess that could be a good thing though, more time to get stuff done. I'm making a quick trip out to Humble, then back home. Today is the only day where the weather will be nice, I just wish I was well enough to go and work out.
I just spoke to a friend, and next week, I will go back into vocal therapy! I should be back up to 100% by then. I'm so ready for my voice to come back! I've sounded like a man these past two days, haha. I'll also get to start working out again...and God, do I need it! Stop looking at me like that! :P
I'm off to go wreak havoc on the world, now that I'm fully awake (still not sure whyyyy).
Have a good day, ya'll.
8:25am grrrr
I'm not sure why I'm awake so early..just one of those mornings where just laying in bed annoys me, so I have to get up and do something. Even if it's writing in a blog, or trolling facebook. Guess that could be a good thing though, more time to get stuff done. I'm making a quick trip out to Humble, then back home. Today is the only day where the weather will be nice, I just wish I was well enough to go and work out.
I just spoke to a friend, and next week, I will go back into vocal therapy! I should be back up to 100% by then. I'm so ready for my voice to come back! I've sounded like a man these past two days, haha. I'll also get to start working out again...and God, do I need it! Stop looking at me like that! :P
I'm off to go wreak havoc on the world, now that I'm fully awake (still not sure whyyyy).
Have a good day, ya'll.
Monday, February 18, 2013
There went my good streak. Bummer.
Music: Family Feud
12:34p
So where I last left off, I was on such a high; I felt more motivated than ever, ready to tackle whatever was to come next. Be careful what you wish for...
I went back to work on Friday, ready to get the day started. They told us first thing that our goal would be 60 trucks. 60 trucks? Holy shiznits that's a lot of containers! Everyone started looking at each other with shock on their faces. Our usual is around 40-50 a day. They had brought in overtime people from 1st and 2nd shift to help us out. So I figured 'okay, this will be good in that there will be PLENTY of production, and I can end my week on a good note.' WRONG. The morning started off okay, once the freight started to get going. I came back from my first break ready for another round. I scanned the pallets I'd picked up before going to break...and nothing happened. The screen kept telling me I had a 'priority' move, and therefore, could not start another one. The fuck? So I ran by the desk. My manager couldn't figure it out, so we had the desk clerk look. I still could not scan my pallets. They checked to be sure I was open to haul from all of the docks, and I was. So why the hell could I not scan these poor pallets? Jaime, the hauling pro (she's really good), even came by and looked. Still nothing. I was down an hour of production already by this point, getting more worried and frustrated by the minute. So while all that was going on, they asked me if I could go slot for our third party people. I ran up front and got a cart, and walked all the way down to D dock, and got started. They gave me three doors, all relatively close to each other.
I went to the first one and it was a nightmare. Some idiot had pushed the pallets right up against one another, leaving no space for anyone whatsoever, and the pallets weren't even lined up in neat rows. I asked the unloader the first time to be sure to start leaving some space, so as the QA and us haulers could scan the tags. Ugh. Excuse me, have you ever unloaded before? This guy...apparently not! So for the next few hours, I went up and down to each door, putting tags on the pallets as soon as an unloader would pull one out. Was nice to not have to be on production, but here sat all this freight, on my assigned dock, and NO ONE was hauling from there. I kept paging out, and I felt useless. I even had unloaders ask me to bring them pallets, and I calmly explained why I couldn't do so.
After second break, I finished slotting, as the unloaders finished their trucks. I went up to the desk, but they didn't have anymore trucks for me to slot. My manager suggested I try to start hauling again, so he gave me a ride over to the RSR area. There sat a lonely PE. Great, hope this thing at least runs. I'll handle the steering the best I can...as crappy as some of them are.
So I logged in and gave it a test run. Seemed to run fine, the steering was much easier on my hand than the one I'd been using the past several weeks, maybe even better. I ran by the desk and picked up my scanner, and gave it a test run. And I'll be damned if that same message didn't pop up! So I buzzed my manager, frustrated at this point that no one could figure out what was going on. He suggested I give the manager from flow a ring, as he knew that system inside and out, but he'd already left for the day. Damn! I gave up my PE (sigh), and proceeded to sweep C dock for about 45 minutes. I was about to get sent home, but the desk clerk asked me if I'd go slot one last door on B dock. I walked myself and the cart down there. I forgot how much walking (with a big blue cart) across the building, SUCKS. But I will say, it's great exercise. :)
I finished up with the labels, and they went ahead and sent me home, as I was kinda useless at that point. This was only the beginning....
Saturday, I felt fine going into work. The overtime folks were back, and our goal was 55 trucks. My manager jokingly asked if I was going to haul today. I told him I was about to find out. I jumped on my machine, got my scanner, hoping that whatever glitch was in my system had knocked itself out overnight. I hit C dock and scanned my first pallet. Why. Can't. I. HAUL! We got a hold of the flow manager, and he came down to the office. He got into the system, and he finally gave me an answer: for some reason, I had been assigned to move old pallets from the flow area (which isn't even my department/area to begin with), and could not perform any other moves because of it. So he took those moves off of the screen, and made sure I was open to haul from my usual docks. He came out with me as I scanned a pallet. Success!! I thanked him, and got serious on making production. I did okay, but could have done much better if QA had been keeping up with the freight flow. (which they weren't)
About halfway through the day, my throat started to feel scratchy. Uh-oh. It was weird, because it came up so fast, it was like BAM here I am. It got worse as the day went on, and I had nothing to take for it, no medicine, and I would have killed for a cough drop. All I had was my cold water, so I would sip that, letting the cold soothe my throat for a moment. Swallowing started to become very painful, and I was starting to lose my voice, so I kept quiet and tried not to shout at people over all the noise. Strange thing was, I had no other aches/symptoms at that point. I felt fine except for my throat. Around 5:30, it was all I could handle, so I asked my manager how bad he needed me to stay. He told me not to worry, as he had plenty of help, and to go on home and get better. I figured it could be one of two things: either I'd been exposed to something in that dust as I swept the docks the night before, or it could have been from me being in a hurry earlier that morning to make production, and had no time to stop and blow my nose, as the chill in the air always makes it run, so I did the worst thing you could ever do: I tilted my head back, and let it drain down my throat. Stupid, stupid STUPID. I'm not doing THAT ever again!
I went home, getting worse each minute it felt like. I ate dinner, and decided I'd take some Benadryl and go to sleep, and take a Claritin in the morning, hoping that would take care of it. The drugs helped; I was able to go to sleep, but I kept waking up. I had this weird pain/burning in my chest, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Alright, this is getting strange. I got out of bed. It was 11 already. Ugh. My parents were still up, and I explained what was going on. I put some vapor rub on my chest, and warmed up a towel to help get the medicine going. That helped immensely, and I was able to sleep. My parents were at a loss at what was wrong, and my mom wanted to take me to the emergency room right then. I told her I already knew I wasn't going to make it to work the next day, and that it wasn't really life-threatening at that point. We decided I'd go to the new emergency care place the next town over. I managed to sleep until 3, my usual wake-up time. After trying for 30 minutes, I was able to get hold of my manager and let him know I wasn't coming in. I finally passed out around 5:30.
When I woke up, I had no voice, my throat was still a little sore, but the chest pain had gone away. My mom drove me to the emergency clinic, and I was able to get right in and see a doctor. They were all very nice at the clinic, made me feel very comfortable. I got checked out, and the doctor said it was the possible beginning of strep throat. I'd never had strep before. I managed to catch it early...this is why you go to the doctor when you are sick, you never know what it could be, or what it could become if left untreated. I was given two shots (in the hip, ouch), one of steroids, and the other of antibiotics. The nurse explained everything she was doing before she did it (the second shot was painful, it was funny because she kept apologizing). I made sure to get a doctor's excuse for work, got my prescriptions, and on home we went. I started the medication right away, and started to feel better immediately, although I still couldn't talk.
I spent the rest of the night, banished to the upstairs, as I was still contagious. I started to feel better, even got on facebook and talked to some friends. Not having a voice sucks, I get miserable when I can't use it, as quiet as I am. So I lived vicariously through instant messenger. :P
I went to bed early, exhausted from not sleeping, and from the day. When I woke up this morning, I felt tons better; my energy is back, although not 100%, and I even can talk a little better. :) My throat doesn't hurt any longer. So I'm going to be spending this week resting and taking the medicine, not to mention try to toil in some projects that have long been neglected. Thanks to those who left me get well wishes, seeing those made me feel a lot better.
I'm off to go see what kind of trouble I can get into from the comfort of my bed......peace.
12:34p
So where I last left off, I was on such a high; I felt more motivated than ever, ready to tackle whatever was to come next. Be careful what you wish for...
I went back to work on Friday, ready to get the day started. They told us first thing that our goal would be 60 trucks. 60 trucks? Holy shiznits that's a lot of containers! Everyone started looking at each other with shock on their faces. Our usual is around 40-50 a day. They had brought in overtime people from 1st and 2nd shift to help us out. So I figured 'okay, this will be good in that there will be PLENTY of production, and I can end my week on a good note.' WRONG. The morning started off okay, once the freight started to get going. I came back from my first break ready for another round. I scanned the pallets I'd picked up before going to break...and nothing happened. The screen kept telling me I had a 'priority' move, and therefore, could not start another one. The fuck? So I ran by the desk. My manager couldn't figure it out, so we had the desk clerk look. I still could not scan my pallets. They checked to be sure I was open to haul from all of the docks, and I was. So why the hell could I not scan these poor pallets? Jaime, the hauling pro (she's really good), even came by and looked. Still nothing. I was down an hour of production already by this point, getting more worried and frustrated by the minute. So while all that was going on, they asked me if I could go slot for our third party people. I ran up front and got a cart, and walked all the way down to D dock, and got started. They gave me three doors, all relatively close to each other.
I went to the first one and it was a nightmare. Some idiot had pushed the pallets right up against one another, leaving no space for anyone whatsoever, and the pallets weren't even lined up in neat rows. I asked the unloader the first time to be sure to start leaving some space, so as the QA and us haulers could scan the tags. Ugh. Excuse me, have you ever unloaded before? This guy...apparently not! So for the next few hours, I went up and down to each door, putting tags on the pallets as soon as an unloader would pull one out. Was nice to not have to be on production, but here sat all this freight, on my assigned dock, and NO ONE was hauling from there. I kept paging out, and I felt useless. I even had unloaders ask me to bring them pallets, and I calmly explained why I couldn't do so.
After second break, I finished slotting, as the unloaders finished their trucks. I went up to the desk, but they didn't have anymore trucks for me to slot. My manager suggested I try to start hauling again, so he gave me a ride over to the RSR area. There sat a lonely PE. Great, hope this thing at least runs. I'll handle the steering the best I can...as crappy as some of them are.
So I logged in and gave it a test run. Seemed to run fine, the steering was much easier on my hand than the one I'd been using the past several weeks, maybe even better. I ran by the desk and picked up my scanner, and gave it a test run. And I'll be damned if that same message didn't pop up! So I buzzed my manager, frustrated at this point that no one could figure out what was going on. He suggested I give the manager from flow a ring, as he knew that system inside and out, but he'd already left for the day. Damn! I gave up my PE (sigh), and proceeded to sweep C dock for about 45 minutes. I was about to get sent home, but the desk clerk asked me if I'd go slot one last door on B dock. I walked myself and the cart down there. I forgot how much walking (with a big blue cart) across the building, SUCKS. But I will say, it's great exercise. :)
I finished up with the labels, and they went ahead and sent me home, as I was kinda useless at that point. This was only the beginning....
Saturday, I felt fine going into work. The overtime folks were back, and our goal was 55 trucks. My manager jokingly asked if I was going to haul today. I told him I was about to find out. I jumped on my machine, got my scanner, hoping that whatever glitch was in my system had knocked itself out overnight. I hit C dock and scanned my first pallet. Why. Can't. I. HAUL! We got a hold of the flow manager, and he came down to the office. He got into the system, and he finally gave me an answer: for some reason, I had been assigned to move old pallets from the flow area (which isn't even my department/area to begin with), and could not perform any other moves because of it. So he took those moves off of the screen, and made sure I was open to haul from my usual docks. He came out with me as I scanned a pallet. Success!! I thanked him, and got serious on making production. I did okay, but could have done much better if QA had been keeping up with the freight flow. (which they weren't)
About halfway through the day, my throat started to feel scratchy. Uh-oh. It was weird, because it came up so fast, it was like BAM here I am. It got worse as the day went on, and I had nothing to take for it, no medicine, and I would have killed for a cough drop. All I had was my cold water, so I would sip that, letting the cold soothe my throat for a moment. Swallowing started to become very painful, and I was starting to lose my voice, so I kept quiet and tried not to shout at people over all the noise. Strange thing was, I had no other aches/symptoms at that point. I felt fine except for my throat. Around 5:30, it was all I could handle, so I asked my manager how bad he needed me to stay. He told me not to worry, as he had plenty of help, and to go on home and get better. I figured it could be one of two things: either I'd been exposed to something in that dust as I swept the docks the night before, or it could have been from me being in a hurry earlier that morning to make production, and had no time to stop and blow my nose, as the chill in the air always makes it run, so I did the worst thing you could ever do: I tilted my head back, and let it drain down my throat. Stupid, stupid STUPID. I'm not doing THAT ever again!
I went home, getting worse each minute it felt like. I ate dinner, and decided I'd take some Benadryl and go to sleep, and take a Claritin in the morning, hoping that would take care of it. The drugs helped; I was able to go to sleep, but I kept waking up. I had this weird pain/burning in my chest, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Alright, this is getting strange. I got out of bed. It was 11 already. Ugh. My parents were still up, and I explained what was going on. I put some vapor rub on my chest, and warmed up a towel to help get the medicine going. That helped immensely, and I was able to sleep. My parents were at a loss at what was wrong, and my mom wanted to take me to the emergency room right then. I told her I already knew I wasn't going to make it to work the next day, and that it wasn't really life-threatening at that point. We decided I'd go to the new emergency care place the next town over. I managed to sleep until 3, my usual wake-up time. After trying for 30 minutes, I was able to get hold of my manager and let him know I wasn't coming in. I finally passed out around 5:30.
When I woke up, I had no voice, my throat was still a little sore, but the chest pain had gone away. My mom drove me to the emergency clinic, and I was able to get right in and see a doctor. They were all very nice at the clinic, made me feel very comfortable. I got checked out, and the doctor said it was the possible beginning of strep throat. I'd never had strep before. I managed to catch it early...this is why you go to the doctor when you are sick, you never know what it could be, or what it could become if left untreated. I was given two shots (in the hip, ouch), one of steroids, and the other of antibiotics. The nurse explained everything she was doing before she did it (the second shot was painful, it was funny because she kept apologizing). I made sure to get a doctor's excuse for work, got my prescriptions, and on home we went. I started the medication right away, and started to feel better immediately, although I still couldn't talk.
I spent the rest of the night, banished to the upstairs, as I was still contagious. I started to feel better, even got on facebook and talked to some friends. Not having a voice sucks, I get miserable when I can't use it, as quiet as I am. So I lived vicariously through instant messenger. :P
I went to bed early, exhausted from not sleeping, and from the day. When I woke up this morning, I felt tons better; my energy is back, although not 100%, and I even can talk a little better. :) My throat doesn't hurt any longer. So I'm going to be spending this week resting and taking the medicine, not to mention try to toil in some projects that have long been neglected. Thanks to those who left me get well wishes, seeing those made me feel a lot better.
I'm off to go see what kind of trouble I can get into from the comfort of my bed......peace.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
....aaand it seems I found it.
Music: "Thing Called Love,"- Above and Beyond
Midnight
I believe I just found that little spark to keep me going; not just for the next few weeks until I make my 6 months at work, but beyond that. Yes, it's all about attitude, and even though I just saw the numbers on paper, I still have to be sure that this job will be stable enough to see me through to the next step on this journey. So one day the freight might not be good and my production tanks. Then what? I have already crossed that bridge (as mentioned in my last post), I just pray that I can get through the next few weeks. I'm so close...I can NOT mess this up!
So this week was up and down. I haven't heard anything more about my uncle, but last I heard, he was doing well. After being bummed that none of my friends were available for a mall excursion, I went anyway on Tuesday, and found exactly what I was looking for, so that made up for it. I spent the night with my mom, watching the dog show (because who was really listening to the liar's speech on tv?), and enjoying a quiet night.
Today I actually cleaned a little bit, and felt better about getting things done. Even got rid of some more stuff, and felt even better. I have a feeling that when I move, I'll have even more stuff in that pile. Hey, money to pay some movers! Who's interested, lol :P While preparing to face another evening bored out of my mind, I got to chatting with a couple of friends, one of which I hadn't spoken to in a long time. My friend Alyna called me, inviting me over for dinner. I got to play with the baby..I can't believe how big he is getting! We watched Once Upon A Time. Interesting twists in the show. Thinking about checking it out, but after my two favorite shows bit the dust, I swore I wouldn't become attached to another show again. It was nice to be in the company of friends, but the curse of having days off during the week hit and I went on home, as Alyna and James have work early tomorrow.
So I came home and started crunching numbers, and found the end result staring me in the face. But of course I need a second opinion..(thanks, Google), because my mind just can't wrap itself around the answer. Around that number starting at me on the screen. I wasn't sure I had the math right (I am TERRIBLE at math). So yes, I just reached my goal. I have a few minor bridges to cross (more like stones to step over), but I am finally here. Once I get over the shock and see this ball start to roll will my mind finally wrap around the reality that I will be moving...
I have a few more things to cross off my to-do list this week...think I'll go do them now. Wednesday night=crunch time. Do the things you need to do before Thursday night, or as my friend James put it, "do it before it's too late."
I just found my motivation.
Midnight
I believe I just found that little spark to keep me going; not just for the next few weeks until I make my 6 months at work, but beyond that. Yes, it's all about attitude, and even though I just saw the numbers on paper, I still have to be sure that this job will be stable enough to see me through to the next step on this journey. So one day the freight might not be good and my production tanks. Then what? I have already crossed that bridge (as mentioned in my last post), I just pray that I can get through the next few weeks. I'm so close...I can NOT mess this up!
So this week was up and down. I haven't heard anything more about my uncle, but last I heard, he was doing well. After being bummed that none of my friends were available for a mall excursion, I went anyway on Tuesday, and found exactly what I was looking for, so that made up for it. I spent the night with my mom, watching the dog show (because who was really listening to the liar's speech on tv?), and enjoying a quiet night.
Today I actually cleaned a little bit, and felt better about getting things done. Even got rid of some more stuff, and felt even better. I have a feeling that when I move, I'll have even more stuff in that pile. Hey, money to pay some movers! Who's interested, lol :P While preparing to face another evening bored out of my mind, I got to chatting with a couple of friends, one of which I hadn't spoken to in a long time. My friend Alyna called me, inviting me over for dinner. I got to play with the baby..I can't believe how big he is getting! We watched Once Upon A Time. Interesting twists in the show. Thinking about checking it out, but after my two favorite shows bit the dust, I swore I wouldn't become attached to another show again. It was nice to be in the company of friends, but the curse of having days off during the week hit and I went on home, as Alyna and James have work early tomorrow.
So I came home and started crunching numbers, and found the end result staring me in the face. But of course I need a second opinion..(thanks, Google), because my mind just can't wrap itself around the answer. Around that number starting at me on the screen. I wasn't sure I had the math right (I am TERRIBLE at math). So yes, I just reached my goal. I have a few minor bridges to cross (more like stones to step over), but I am finally here. Once I get over the shock and see this ball start to roll will my mind finally wrap around the reality that I will be moving...
I have a few more things to cross off my to-do list this week...think I'll go do them now. Wednesday night=crunch time. Do the things you need to do before Thursday night, or as my friend James put it, "do it before it's too late."
I just found my motivation.
Monday, February 11, 2013
I need motivation.
Music: "Mercy" by JC Chasez
1:53p
Why do Mondays always have to start out with the worst weather? See, this is why I hate winter. It seems like every Monday, the weather is cold, rainy, and just flat out nasty. I woke up at 7:30 this morning to thunder, so of course I have to go look out the window. Nothing interesting, so I went back to bed. A few minutes later, I'm almost asleep again, and I hear little 'plinks' against the roof...um, rain doesn't sound like that, so I keep listening...it's hail! It actually hailed in Crosby. Nothing too major, just little pea-sized hail, but it sure was fun watching them bounce off of things. I haven't seen hail in ages. Naturally all of my Crosby friends were facebooking about it..yes, we are that boring. I finally went back to sleep, amidst all of the thunder. I had planned on seriously tackling cleaning the house today, but I feel like I've been run over by a truck.
It was another busy weekend at work. I came back after 6 days off, and paid the price. We did 45 trucks each day...so very exhausting. Having our third party really helps, because they work faster than the walmart crew. They knock them out, one by one. Friday was busy busy. I came home so tired, and not ready to do it again. Saturday started out really good...then went downhill after lunch. I was in such an irritated mood already from pms and felt like shit. I wanted nothing more than to just go home. I got my weekly production report..and it was down...way down..at a 90% for the weekly. What. The. Fuck. My four week saved my ass, at a 97%. But still....a 90?? The Friday before I left seemed like such a good day, but it really wasn't...
I'm never unloading or housekeeping again. THIS is the price I pay.
So that pissed me off, and I received my report right after I slammed my fist between the steering of my machine and a metal pole. I backed up too far to angle just right to grab a pallet, and I had no time to react before my fist met the pole. It hurt. My manager was right there when it happened. He asked me if I needed some ice. I was already in such an emotional mood, that that just added insult to injury (literally), and then seeing my report right after, didn't help matters. I was upset the rest of the day, but kept focused. Sunday was up and down...the freight was all the same across four docks, and all of it was going to the same location, making production difficult. The lift drivers in charge of putting all of this away were complaining ('You don't have any other isle in this warehouse to haul to?'), but I wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up and get over it. Actually I just laughed, because it wasn't me in charge, and I have a job to do just like you. Ugh...
So production was okay, and being on A and B dock didn't last long because we were able to clear it pretty quick (a lift driver was sent to my area to help haul and was assigned the same docks..real nice guy), so I found that D dock was getting backed up, so all the haulers headed that direction. Production for me sky-rocketed, as most all the freight on that dock..went to the same dock! Hopefully that will help bring up my totals. I was getting worn down though; I was exhausted, my feet hurt, and I just couldn't focus on anything but going home. James somehow found me in the isles, and literally dropped some poles at my feet, right in the middle of the isle, and asked me to get rid of them. He flashed me that smile of his, and took off before I could get a word in edgewise. I stared after him in shock, before realizing hey, I have to move these damn poles out of the middle of the isle! I started laughing. Somehow, that picked up my mood immensely...I was full of energy again, I forgot about the aches in my feet and arm, and I was able to focus again. So I continued on, slamming production, and trying not to run over James (I have got to start not flying around people/pedestrians...it's become a habit I'm not happy with). About an hour later, I lost the energy again; it was now 6:30, and I was ready to quit. So I took some tiers down to A dock, and stopped and filled out my production sheet, and grabbed a few cookies out of my bag (I was starving). I heard my manager page the haulers in. Yes! Freedom!
I made it down to C dock, but I wasn't seeing any machines parking. Um.... I finally ran into my manager, who asked me to sweep the docks, looking for trash cans that needed emptying. Ugh, great. I picked up a few, and Earl helped me empty the heavier ones. We did that for an hour. It was 7:30 before I left work. As I left, I learned that there were two trailers that somehow got the dates messed up, and had to be done TODAY. So because of someone else's fuck-up, a couple of unloaders stayed to unload them. Wow..I'd have been so pissed if that were me, but I believe those few had volunteered to stay. Not me! And it looked like high-case counts. I wonder how long they had to stay before they got them done.....the warehouse can be a strange place sometimes.....
So today, I am totally useless...even though I had planned on doing something productive. I've been productive all weekend. I need a day off! I'm trying to find motivation to get back into my Skywarn online training. *sigh* There is so much to know.....
I did, however, manage to come up with plans for my 30th birthday. Hmm..I wonder how long in advance you can schedule time off.....
I'm tired of looking at a computer screen. I'm off to grab a bite and be lazy some more.....
1:53p
Why do Mondays always have to start out with the worst weather? See, this is why I hate winter. It seems like every Monday, the weather is cold, rainy, and just flat out nasty. I woke up at 7:30 this morning to thunder, so of course I have to go look out the window. Nothing interesting, so I went back to bed. A few minutes later, I'm almost asleep again, and I hear little 'plinks' against the roof...um, rain doesn't sound like that, so I keep listening...it's hail! It actually hailed in Crosby. Nothing too major, just little pea-sized hail, but it sure was fun watching them bounce off of things. I haven't seen hail in ages. Naturally all of my Crosby friends were facebooking about it..yes, we are that boring. I finally went back to sleep, amidst all of the thunder. I had planned on seriously tackling cleaning the house today, but I feel like I've been run over by a truck.
It was another busy weekend at work. I came back after 6 days off, and paid the price. We did 45 trucks each day...so very exhausting. Having our third party really helps, because they work faster than the walmart crew. They knock them out, one by one. Friday was busy busy. I came home so tired, and not ready to do it again. Saturday started out really good...then went downhill after lunch. I was in such an irritated mood already from pms and felt like shit. I wanted nothing more than to just go home. I got my weekly production report..and it was down...way down..at a 90% for the weekly. What. The. Fuck. My four week saved my ass, at a 97%. But still....a 90?? The Friday before I left seemed like such a good day, but it really wasn't...
I'm never unloading or housekeeping again. THIS is the price I pay.
So that pissed me off, and I received my report right after I slammed my fist between the steering of my machine and a metal pole. I backed up too far to angle just right to grab a pallet, and I had no time to react before my fist met the pole. It hurt. My manager was right there when it happened. He asked me if I needed some ice. I was already in such an emotional mood, that that just added insult to injury (literally), and then seeing my report right after, didn't help matters. I was upset the rest of the day, but kept focused. Sunday was up and down...the freight was all the same across four docks, and all of it was going to the same location, making production difficult. The lift drivers in charge of putting all of this away were complaining ('You don't have any other isle in this warehouse to haul to?'), but I wanted to tell them to shut the fuck up and get over it. Actually I just laughed, because it wasn't me in charge, and I have a job to do just like you. Ugh...
So production was okay, and being on A and B dock didn't last long because we were able to clear it pretty quick (a lift driver was sent to my area to help haul and was assigned the same docks..real nice guy), so I found that D dock was getting backed up, so all the haulers headed that direction. Production for me sky-rocketed, as most all the freight on that dock..went to the same dock! Hopefully that will help bring up my totals. I was getting worn down though; I was exhausted, my feet hurt, and I just couldn't focus on anything but going home. James somehow found me in the isles, and literally dropped some poles at my feet, right in the middle of the isle, and asked me to get rid of them. He flashed me that smile of his, and took off before I could get a word in edgewise. I stared after him in shock, before realizing hey, I have to move these damn poles out of the middle of the isle! I started laughing. Somehow, that picked up my mood immensely...I was full of energy again, I forgot about the aches in my feet and arm, and I was able to focus again. So I continued on, slamming production, and trying not to run over James (I have got to start not flying around people/pedestrians...it's become a habit I'm not happy with). About an hour later, I lost the energy again; it was now 6:30, and I was ready to quit. So I took some tiers down to A dock, and stopped and filled out my production sheet, and grabbed a few cookies out of my bag (I was starving). I heard my manager page the haulers in. Yes! Freedom!
I made it down to C dock, but I wasn't seeing any machines parking. Um.... I finally ran into my manager, who asked me to sweep the docks, looking for trash cans that needed emptying. Ugh, great. I picked up a few, and Earl helped me empty the heavier ones. We did that for an hour. It was 7:30 before I left work. As I left, I learned that there were two trailers that somehow got the dates messed up, and had to be done TODAY. So because of someone else's fuck-up, a couple of unloaders stayed to unload them. Wow..I'd have been so pissed if that were me, but I believe those few had volunteered to stay. Not me! And it looked like high-case counts. I wonder how long they had to stay before they got them done.....the warehouse can be a strange place sometimes.....
So today, I am totally useless...even though I had planned on doing something productive. I've been productive all weekend. I need a day off! I'm trying to find motivation to get back into my Skywarn online training. *sigh* There is so much to know.....
I did, however, manage to come up with plans for my 30th birthday. Hmm..I wonder how long in advance you can schedule time off.....
I'm tired of looking at a computer screen. I'm off to grab a bite and be lazy some more.....
Monday, February 4, 2013
I am exhausted.
Music: Breaking Dawn, pt. 1
11:27p
What a week it's been so far..from chasing storms, to hospitals, to monster trucks, to fixing this and that, and back to hospitals again, I'm exhausted. I'm not supposed to be exhausted on vacation!
Last week was nice. I spent the first few days milling around and just taking it easy. On Wednesday my family got a call that my uncle had been rushed to the hospital after collapsing at his home. The EMS were able to get there within 5 minutes, but were unable to revive him at first. He went nearly 20 minutes without oxygen. They were able to bring him back, and rushed him to the hospital. They put him in a coma, and cooled his body down in order to let his brain heal. I went up there Thursday night, not worried about my bedtime for the first time in the year that I've been at the warehouse. Not just because of my family member in the hospital, but because I was only going to be working one day. Lack of sleep..no big deal. I'd have the whole weekend to catch back up. After going in and seeing my uncle and talking with our other family members that had made it up there, I got home around 10, and was in bed by 10:15. Zquil did not help me calm down and fall asleep, though. I kept waking up. Friday when I went into work, I spent the whole day worrying about my uncle, but kept focused on making production. I checked in with my mom on every break that I took to get updates. The doctor had started warming him up earlier that morning, and was going to bring him out of the coma. My uncle was responding, and was even breathing over the machine. He still wasn't out of the woods...but it was definitely a good sign. He was still in ICU.
I made it through the rest of the afternoon, thanks to a 5-hour energy. I was dragging by three'o'clock. I made it to 6, and got off on time. My parents had already made their way up to the hospital, but I was dirty from hauling trash cans around, and would not have had time to take a shower, anyway. Not a good idea to go to the hospital, anyway, not like that. I was disappointed, but knew my parents wanted to make the visiting hours before they were over. So I went home, took some allergy medicine, and cooked me some dinner, getting updates from family all the while. It felt weird not having to get up and go to work the next morning.
I'm so used to my schedule now, that being off for two days totally went against my normal schedule. I woke up both Saturday and Sunday morning at 4:50, 5:30 (the time I clock in), and 7:30. My body did not know what to do. 'Why are you sleeping and not at work?' I kept looking at the clock constantly.
I kept my plans for Saturday night and went to Monster Jam. They put on a great show, but idiot me forgot to put my memory card inside my camcorder, so there went my video opp. :( And my internal memory SUCKS, because there IS no internal memory! What a rip off. So I am now in the market for a spare memory card to keep on me at ALL TIMES, no to mention a spare battery. My phone took some decent pics though, and I still had a blast. It was nice to take my mind off things for a minute.
I got home late Saturday, hence why I took Sunday off. I woke up Sunday and spent the day with my mom, who didn't know what to do with me, lol. I forgot how bad tv sucked on weekends, so we watched different shows on our On Demand. It was nice to lay on the couch all day, and laugh at those who had to work. Yes, I know, I'll be paying for that this next weekend.
We went back up to the hospital last night. My uncle was awake, but still had the breathing tube in his throat. He kept looking at me and my dad, and smiling and rolling his head at our jokes. My uncle kept squeezing my hand, so I knew he knew we were there, and was very glad for it. The nurse came in and gave him something to help him sleep, as he'd been uncomfortable all day. If I had a tube down my throat, I would be, too. My aunt and cousin made it to the hospital, we we sat and chatted for a couple hours after my uncle dozed off. I hadn't seen them since my other uncle passed away three years ago. Why is it that when you get older, the only time you see your family is at weddings or funerals?
I spent today getting back into a semi-workout plan. So far, so good..I just hope I get the results I want! Tomorrow I decided to to go the mall and do something for myself, and enjoy the rest of my 'vacation'. I'm going back to see my uncle tomorrow night. They will be taking the tube out, and see if he can swallow, and try to feed him. If all goes well, they will move him out of ICU! I want to thank everyone for their prayers, it's much appreciated. Please continue to pray, as I will.
I will update more when I can, until then, a bunch of vampires are fixing to die, and I'm exhausted. Goodnight.
11:27p
What a week it's been so far..from chasing storms, to hospitals, to monster trucks, to fixing this and that, and back to hospitals again, I'm exhausted. I'm not supposed to be exhausted on vacation!
Last week was nice. I spent the first few days milling around and just taking it easy. On Wednesday my family got a call that my uncle had been rushed to the hospital after collapsing at his home. The EMS were able to get there within 5 minutes, but were unable to revive him at first. He went nearly 20 minutes without oxygen. They were able to bring him back, and rushed him to the hospital. They put him in a coma, and cooled his body down in order to let his brain heal. I went up there Thursday night, not worried about my bedtime for the first time in the year that I've been at the warehouse. Not just because of my family member in the hospital, but because I was only going to be working one day. Lack of sleep..no big deal. I'd have the whole weekend to catch back up. After going in and seeing my uncle and talking with our other family members that had made it up there, I got home around 10, and was in bed by 10:15. Zquil did not help me calm down and fall asleep, though. I kept waking up. Friday when I went into work, I spent the whole day worrying about my uncle, but kept focused on making production. I checked in with my mom on every break that I took to get updates. The doctor had started warming him up earlier that morning, and was going to bring him out of the coma. My uncle was responding, and was even breathing over the machine. He still wasn't out of the woods...but it was definitely a good sign. He was still in ICU.
I made it through the rest of the afternoon, thanks to a 5-hour energy. I was dragging by three'o'clock. I made it to 6, and got off on time. My parents had already made their way up to the hospital, but I was dirty from hauling trash cans around, and would not have had time to take a shower, anyway. Not a good idea to go to the hospital, anyway, not like that. I was disappointed, but knew my parents wanted to make the visiting hours before they were over. So I went home, took some allergy medicine, and cooked me some dinner, getting updates from family all the while. It felt weird not having to get up and go to work the next morning.
I'm so used to my schedule now, that being off for two days totally went against my normal schedule. I woke up both Saturday and Sunday morning at 4:50, 5:30 (the time I clock in), and 7:30. My body did not know what to do. 'Why are you sleeping and not at work?' I kept looking at the clock constantly.
I kept my plans for Saturday night and went to Monster Jam. They put on a great show, but idiot me forgot to put my memory card inside my camcorder, so there went my video opp. :( And my internal memory SUCKS, because there IS no internal memory! What a rip off. So I am now in the market for a spare memory card to keep on me at ALL TIMES, no to mention a spare battery. My phone took some decent pics though, and I still had a blast. It was nice to take my mind off things for a minute.
I got home late Saturday, hence why I took Sunday off. I woke up Sunday and spent the day with my mom, who didn't know what to do with me, lol. I forgot how bad tv sucked on weekends, so we watched different shows on our On Demand. It was nice to lay on the couch all day, and laugh at those who had to work. Yes, I know, I'll be paying for that this next weekend.
We went back up to the hospital last night. My uncle was awake, but still had the breathing tube in his throat. He kept looking at me and my dad, and smiling and rolling his head at our jokes. My uncle kept squeezing my hand, so I knew he knew we were there, and was very glad for it. The nurse came in and gave him something to help him sleep, as he'd been uncomfortable all day. If I had a tube down my throat, I would be, too. My aunt and cousin made it to the hospital, we we sat and chatted for a couple hours after my uncle dozed off. I hadn't seen them since my other uncle passed away three years ago. Why is it that when you get older, the only time you see your family is at weddings or funerals?
I spent today getting back into a semi-workout plan. So far, so good..I just hope I get the results I want! Tomorrow I decided to to go the mall and do something for myself, and enjoy the rest of my 'vacation'. I'm going back to see my uncle tomorrow night. They will be taking the tube out, and see if he can swallow, and try to feed him. If all goes well, they will move him out of ICU! I want to thank everyone for their prayers, it's much appreciated. Please continue to pray, as I will.
I will update more when I can, until then, a bunch of vampires are fixing to die, and I'm exhausted. Goodnight.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)