Pwned.

Music: "Sleeping At Last"- Turning Page
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You know, Mother Nature is truly a bitch. A nasty, evil bitch. 

Ownage of the weekend number one.

And you know, Friday was actually great. Everything was back in balance. My last full weekend as a hauler was off to a great start. Yes, I was tired, but I knew that would only be the start. I could feel the change coming. And this is the pattern my weekends have been following; Friday: great. Saturday: someone kill me. Sunday: it's my Friday, but still..someone kill me. Friday night I came home to the package I'd been waiting for. A good end to a good day, but knew it wouldn't last. I was so right...

Saturday was awful. I was right about the change. I spent the majority of the day in a very bad mood, threatening to run people over who kept getting in my way (which was happening A LOT). I noticed a slew of new faces working for our third party, who had been given the task of cleaning the building in advance of a visit from the head boss. Meaning, a Spring-cleaning, all hands on deck, nothing will be left untouched-cleaning. These guys took to the aisles of all places, and I nearly ran people over who were sweeping behind pallets. Adding to my already growing frustration, I knocked over about 7 pallets throughout the day. Fucking unloaders. I did take responsibility for one because idiot me took a corner too fast (but when don't I do that?). Not only does that kill your time, but your numbers as well. I was in such a sour mood all day, that I took refuge in my car during break times. What is it about sitting in your car for 15 minutes that changes your outlook on things? Maybe it's that little piece of home, that normalcy, the comfort. Each time, I went back with a good attitude (or tried to, anyway), only to get knocked back into a bad mood later on. Blame it on the hormones, and all the events of the day up to that point. Not to mention pedestrians who have absolutely NO respect for machines. Honking my horn three times to let these people know I'm coming, and get right up on them, honk again, and oh! there's a machine there? Where'd you come from? 

Somebody fucking get me off this machine before somebody dies.I couldn't stand these people's ignorance and lack of respect. I'll run these clowns over before I hit any of my friends, who were walking around as well. I was beyond frustrated. 

Later in the afternoon, I hit A dock to up my numbers, and the vet hauler came and gave me the list of old freight, for A dock. Hey, this is cool! I'll gladly take this list, thank you so much. Lots of easy hauls on this list. But...she came back a few minutes later and explained that I was given the wrong list because I'd been on this dock yesterday, the hauler in charge today needs this list. Um, okaaayy..so where's my C dock list (my assigned dock). What did I get? D dock. Um, I'm not responsible for this dock. Oh, are you sure? That's the dock they called out this morning, I'm not deaf, you little vet hauler. Alright, I didn't say that last part but I should have told her off then. What? I'm leaving! What are they gonna do? Not only did I get that list, but the list had long hauls. I'm already not making my numbers for the day....

Now I'm pissed beyond reason. That did it for me. Joe had C dock, he got a C dock list, where's mine? I went to D dock and scoped it out. It was jam packed, but all long hauls. Fuck this shit! The vet hauler found me a while later and gave me yet another list, and asked why I wasn't working it. God dammit, leave me alone! I found Hamilton and asked him to get her off my back. He told me not to worry, just do what I normally do best. After dropping a pallet in the aisle and collecting myself, I finally swallowed my pride and went to my assigned door, the expression on my face probably scaring the other drivers, but I didn't care anymore. I didn't look that hauler in the eye, or give her the time of day, I just did what I could on that door. I was too far gone to care, too pissed off to do anything but make it to the end of the day. I was never more happy when the day finally ended..and on time, too (did I hear someone mention 8'o'clock? HA that was probably the highlight of my day, and I needed a good laugh). 

I got my answer to my problem on Sunday, later in the day. My mood hadn't improved by much, and our trailer count wasn't there again, but I did what I could. Tried to better collect myself and not run over people. My last weekend as a hauler was eventful, but not like I thought it'd be. I'm starting my new job this weekend, and I'm a bit nervous. Not sure what to expect, but apparently there's word going around that I won't be able to handle it. Hmm...so let's see, I survived by some miracle 7 months of unloading, dominated hauling, so this should be another thing I can conquer and do it well. I won't be intimidated.....

I'm going to enjoy my week until then. Think I'm going to go watch Breaking Dawn...oh yeah, and it's all John's fault. Yeah, blame John. He's a guy, and...um, yeah..it's his fault. Muahaha.