Back to September.

Music: Trance Eye- Baltic Waves
11:50a

I got over the bridge that was going back to work this weekend. Oh yeah, and I burned it after I crossed it, too. It was exhausting, and sometimes boring. Being without my trainer for the first time, it was up to me to do audits on the dock, alone. I learned how to supervise the conveyor lines, being sure labels and numbers matched, and everything was running smoothly. It's nice...until the machine decides to stop every 10 minutes, and you have to stand there waiting. It took me all damn day to reach the 600 cases I needed, because they kept stopping the lines. Real annoying. So I switched between working on the docks, and going back to the lines. Thank God I had a machine to my name, otherwise I'd be completely dead today. I think I spent more time on the machine yesterday than I actually did working. Not fun when you're trying to hit your numbers, but definitely wasn't complaining, either. The orderfillers didn't produce much in the way of good freight for me to work with (and I'm still learning on top of that), and with the lines stopping like they were, I was bored and wanted to go home. After getting pissed off by two co-workers, I was irritated and about to scream. I drove down to the shipping dock to verify freight, if just to get away from people in general so I could cool down and be alone. I started hearing word of different areas having to stay late, and I prayed I wasn't one of them. I left on time, and didn't look back. 

I was in such a rush to get this weekend over with, if mostly to see John again. His trip may be delayed a couple of weeks, which gives me more time with him, but at the same time, it's only prolonging the inevitable. I know eventually he has to leave. I'm hoping he'll at least be here still on the day of the surgery. Moral support if anything else, and that would mean the world over to me to have him there. I still don't know about the whole (curse you James for making me say this)..boyfriend...thing. It's not fear that is holding me back, just the principal of the fact that I have one in the first place. It's not something that happens to me. I've never, in all my 30 years, had someone I can call a real 'boyfriend'. Guys have come and gone out of my life, but nothing ever *that* serious. This is totally different. And at the same time, so very exciting.....

I know I have to focus the next couple of weeks; this next month and a half is going to be super busy. So much to do, so little time. October is now literally around the corner. I have to balance everything (after all, it's what we Libras do), and find that place to go if things get chaotic. This is what I've been patiently waiting for.

It's Labor Day, I'm getting paid to go have fun. Happy holiday, I'll return soon.