Another Time Around the Sun
Well here I am, another year
older. YES, I DO FUCKING FEEL IT! Shit sucks… I remember being able to go long
nights living off pizza and Dr. Pepper. Other
day I did that, barely made it through Monday, and then subsequently was in bed
by 7:30p…didn’t even stop for dinner; mainly I wasn’t too hungry that day. Oh, and I don’t have enough fingers n’ toes
to count how many times my left knee pops on me throughout a given day. I just pivot, POP, shit hurts when you’re not
ready for it. Oh, and my left elbow is
fucked up; fairly sure I strong armed something I shouldn’t have, and it’s just
not had the full time to heal back. Moral
of the story, I need a Trip-Eight chassis…I got friends that can do the
software.
I have made
“some” progress this year. As you know I
have a day job; finally. “Day job”
meaning that I work 40 per week with weekends off; well 40 when it’s the slow season,
rest of the year is 45 minimum.
THAT gets me into the job and “The Man-in-Charge!!!!!”
So, first point; I’ll continue about the overtime. I asked about if O.T. was a thing in the interview; “No, Not really.” Well the day starts at 730a, and end at 430p; we get [IF EVER FUCKING ABLE] an hour lunch…do the math there! TO BOOT! This past week, he had me and the rook [so there are only five of us in the store: Boss Man; J.O.; T.K.; J.W. (the rookie; as in he’s the newest; but he knows Boss Man from a time before) and THIS MONKEY] come in at SIX FUCKING THIRTY A.M. Thursday and Friday. You know, because J.O. was on vacay. For the week…by the way…I have 1.5 hours of lunch… FUUUUUUUCK!!!! Friday was…. like….ALL OVERTIME!!!!!
To solidify how much of a slave driver The Boss Man is let me lay it out for you. This bastard, has, ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, bought us [the crew] lunch. He has also, given little fight against us needing time off needing to leave early for an appointment or function. FOR ANOTHER POINT OF NOTE!!! This past week; as I decide to take a lunch I wasn’t going to because I had some things to get from Costco; The Boss Man hands me the company card, says “here get some [paper] towels. I won’t dock you for lunch.” WHAT, THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!
…OH WAIT, THERE’S MORE!!!!! I’ve been there for right near eight months
now and this guy has the nerve to give me a raise. I told him: Your bribe has been accepted and
approved, however it will in no way be prejudicial to the work ethics that have
been solidified over the course of my employment. I.E.: Thanks for the scratch,
but I ain’t working any harder. I mean
why should I care if he isn’t going to. Then
there’s just all the heavy lifting and forklifting of stupid ass equipment,
awkward ass boxes, and bullshit pallets…#HVACsupplylife #warehousefun #FML.
Had a party
for the birthday. Went as well as I could have hoped for. Had some good friends over and grilled some
dogs and burgers. Cake was had. Drinks,
laughs, chillaxin’. I also got to see my
aunt that lives in Texas, been years since that’s happened. It was good; cannot complain.
Only other
thing of note is that I have new bed. Which
broke [the box] within the month of having it.
I sat on the end of the bed and SNAP!
It’s fixed, that was something I never thought I’d have to deal with,
like ever. And my dad hooked me up on
some metal supports for the frame so that it won’t EVER happen again.
Welp, (raises
drink in air) here’s to thirty-three!
