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.....