Where do I even start...

Music: deadmau5 and Kaskade-"I remember"
11p

Not sure where to even start on summing up this weekend. Ugh, ugh and oh yeah, UGH. The words 'kill me now' didn't even begin to touch on the chaos that greeted me when I first walked through those doors on Friday morning. I saw some of my worst production...ever...Machines that tore up my arm so bad, I had no feeling in my left hand whatsoever when I got home on Friday. Freaked me the hell out. I've tried driving right-handed, and nearly died. Haha, yeah, we're not ever doing that again. My usual manager somehow vanished, and we got stuck with the shipping manager *again*. Ahhhhhh! Pallets kept collapsing (stupid unloaders!), I ran over my scan gun and somehow managed to wedge that sucker in between the battery and platform (way to go, dork-after 10 minutes, we were finally able to free it), stupid people, I swear to God I'm changing my name after hearing it 1,000 times on the intercom, too many long-hauls for my comfort (and thereby adding to the stress), and trains. Fucking trains!! Jerks! This is the reason I stay sleep-deprived during the work week. Ugh! My only redemption was working D dock shipping today (was on D receiving yet *again*), where there was more freight than you could shake a stick at (until all the other 13 haulers noticed, having nothing to haul off their respective docks, including myself). That was cut short when the haulers got called in to tell us hauling was done, go clean your docks. Ugh, off to sweep my stupid dock. Luckily Pat showed up and I had someone to talk to, while watching our third party clean up and fix yet *another* unloader's mistake. 

I did manage to catch Clinton before he took off for first shift, to talk about production and how to ensure I am always making 100%. I asked for an update on my PTL (that gut-feeling that told me to just check it), and later in the day Clinton gave me the paper and....the hell is this?

The hell did that bitch write me up for *this* time??

So for whatever reason, (well I have a few that I won't say here), she wrote me up back in December for a housekeeping issue. The fuck? Housekeeping? Thank God I checked that, because not only does it fall off this week, but that only fuels my hatred for that woman more. 

If she replaces Hamilton, I swear to God I quit. Just like that.

I spent the rest of the day cursing her to the fiery pits of Hell. 

Other than that issue, my PTL is all but clean, except for the accident, but I'm none too worried about that. Great thing is, I haven't been written up for production, that made me feel awesome. Of course, after this weekend, I'm not too sure, with all the road-blocks I kept hitting. Ugh. So many times this weekend I wanted to stop and say I'm done with this, but this is a rough period, I'm hoping it doesn't last too much longer. It did make me stop and consider other options, which I am going to look into this week. I'm actually considering...and dare I say it....

Okay, I won't say it. Let's not jump the gun.

If you were thinking unloading....HA! Wrong!

I do have to start thinking about it, because walmart seriously is not where I'd like to spend the rest of my life. 

Time to get serious...

I took too long to type this, because I kept making typos. Must mean bedtime. Off to see what kind of trouble I can get into this week....