Music: Loiter Squad and "All Nite" by Janet Jackson
11:07p
I am tired, frustrated, disappointed, but somehow still happy. I don't know why. Maybe it's because it's Sunday night and I'm free for another four days, who knows. This weekend did not end well, however, and definitely not how I'd planned.
We were busy all weekend long. I got blessed with C dock Saturday. Finally! Redemption!
Yeah, right!
I pulled up my numbers for once, as C dock is easy, easy, easy. That total got shot to hell at the end of the day when I was asked to go all the way down to A dock to haul freight back to C dock. Fuck. Good thing about that was, I made production for long hauls, had plenty of help getting rid of all that shit, AND something to bring back, making that end of it a breeze, but my God, does it eat up some serious time! I almost had my daily production for once. I didn't even get a report at the end of the day today, so I have no idea how I ended up doing.
Frustrated. Anxious. UGH!
I *knew* where I was going to be today without him even saying it. Yes, A and B. Somehow, I always end up running those two docks by myself, whether or not I get someone else assigned with me. They always end up getting pulled back to D dock, where the freight is heavier. Whatever, I still make production. Have fun doing all those long hauls, suckers! Things were going pretty good, until the meeting. That killed an hour right there, and I knew that before hand, so it was every move, every pallet I could get my hands on, trying to pull up the numbers as much as I could. I was killing it. Meeting ended, and back to grabbing easy hauls again.
After break, I was asked to help out on D dock. I pretty much ate my words after that. I did an hour of long hauls, with nothing to bring back this time (nothing that would help that end of production). Then I decided, hey, all this stuff is being verified down on A dock, it's easy stuff. Go for it! I scanned one pallet, and I could not scan the second one. I tried about four different pallets, ending up with the same result.
Now, I'm confused AND frustrated. The hell did things start going to the shit mill?
So I ran to the desk. I had a manager look into what was going on. He assured me that I was open to haul from all doors. I scanned the pallet. Nothing. I buzzed the veteran hauler, and we proceeded to spend the next hour trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I had a pallet somewhere on my dock I had to get, as it was old, but where was it?
Frustrated.
Now, I'm yet *another* hour down on productivity. Fuck. My. Life. It's a quarter to five. No way can I make it now.
Finally, we discovered the pallet in question was on B dock. I raced down there to find it sitting behind another pallet. I grabbed both of them and that freed me of the 'lock' I'd been put on, thanks to that God damn pallet.
Now, I'm frustrated, irritated, tired and flat out determined not to go down without a fight. After dropping those two pallets off, the gloves came off, and everything else went out the window. I forgot everything else and let the job completely take over. I tore though C dock like a tornado, picking up every easy haul I could find, and ripping that machine apart. I more than redeemed myself.
I made my hour's production of 20 hauls....in only 30 minutes.
By then, I noticed everyone picking up trash cans, but I kept going. Obsessed, much? I was trying to at least get to 200, that made me feel a little better. Finally we were called in, and there was nothing else I could do. Day 3 done, it's behind me, I did what I could.
Now, I'm a little frustrated, disappointed in myself, but there were things that were out of my control, not my fault. I'm confused and unsure about some other things non-work related that just got thrown on top of it. I have no set plans this week, except for Wednesday. Remember what I said in my last post about the outside forces cooperating? Now I'm not so sure they will. Doesn't hurt to try, and I'm going to make it a good week regardless of those outside forces.
Did I mention I love Sunday nights? I just wish I wasn't so dehydrated, or else I'd have been drinking a long time ago. I need alcohol. I don't have to think as much when I'm drinking, and there's things I just don't *want* to think about or deal with right now. Off to bed, I guess.
Oh yeah, show's over, go home.
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