Opportunity is knocking again.

Music: peace and quiet.
8:50a

I had a weird dream last night. His eyes followed me everywhere I went, and no matter how hard I tried to move away, he'd move with me, eyes on me the entire time. Almost like he already knew. I told him if he kept that up, that I'd end up spilling the beans. Then we were in the kitchen and he stubbed his foot on the stove, which I found quite funny. Serves you right.

I am beyond tired; after one of my worst weekends yet at work, on top of driving all day on Monday, plus Nature's bad attitude, I just can't catch up. But yet, for some reason I'm up an hour before my alarm. Ugh. 

This past weekend was terrible. I had my manager's support when I told him about my arm, so this weekend he started me off on A and B dock (I'm usually there on Sundays), to give me an opportunity to start learning to drive with my right hand. It became easier, although turning is still difficult. I made it through Friday more or less. Saturday, I had C dock, but ended up on D, where all the freight was (*rolls eyes*). I started strategizing how this switching game was going to work. Again, depending on where I had to go and which way I had to turn depicted what side to drive on. I just had to get some of this pressure off of my left hand. While in the aisle (side note: thank you random guy on Family Feud for telling me how 'aisle' is supposed to be spelled...why didn't someone tell me?! :P Oh, well, it's whatever), I was on the left side, and I felt a shooting pain in my palm, causing me to stop dead in my tracks. Wow! This hurt. I could not feel a single thing in my left hand. That was it. I'm done. I ran up to the desk and told my manager I had to stop. I ran to the break room on D and found a towel in the maintenance closet that looked pretty good, and made myself an ice pack. I iced down every inch of my arm and hand, and it felt amazing. I'm basically shooting myself in the foot as far as production, but this is more important. After about 20 minutes, I felt okay enough to try my luck again. 

The rest of the weekend was spent playing tug-of-war. Switching is a pain in the ass, but I was still able to make production easily. I never did hit my daily numbers on account of us leaving early every day, so I'm sure they'll take that into consideration. And I came so close each day, within at least 5-7 moves. You can understand my frustration.

I also learned of an opportunity at some point during my work week, whether or not it's work-related, I won't say. I just saw another door potentially open, and I'm seeing this as my second chance. I saw a new chapter flash before my eyes. This time, I'm not telling anyone until I find out for sure. Not my friends, not my family. I'm keeping quiet about this one, silently hoping that this is what's next for me. My chances look good.....

Meanwhile, it's been a productive week, aside from being tired. Monday was spent in Baytown nearly all day, while I waited for my mom's car to get back from the dealer. Come to find out, it was a nail in the tire, causing the light to go off. She thought she needed a tire rotation. I wish she'd thought to ask her former auto-shop daughter (i.e., me), I could have told her right away what was wrong. While waiting all that time (and we even had to end up leaving her car at the dealer overnight, because they were so busy, they hadn't even pulled it in the bay yet), I managed to get to the dentist to ask for a quote on the wisdom teeth, and get my hair cut. The rest of the day was spent driving around and stopping at random places. I passed out when I got home. 

For now, I'm off to find a certain blonde friend of mine and drag her out of the house so we can go to the mall. One more weekend of tug-of-war, and I need a break. A very looong break. I'm going to enjoy this one, because things get interesting after next week. Jury duty, birthdays, peak season starts, then surgery. I feel an odd sense of deja vu, because this is exactly where I was almost a year ago. So much going on, and hoping I get this opportunity. 

It's not over yet.