In the truck, heading to the Volvo shop in Hickory. We should have done this yesterday, but just couldn’t bring ourselves to leave the house. Of course, I have a hard time thinking of any day I’m in the truck as a day off.
Home. Mara and I both came in this morning and went right to our computers. I’ve checked my mail, and have finally worked my way through my old blog posts and put them up. Now I’m trying to decide if I want to poke around in Star Wars Galaxies a bit or if I want… Continue reading Right To Our Computers
Just left Candler, NC; well, the exit for it, anyway (37). Mara was having consciousness issues (sleepy), so we switched. It actually seems a little strange to be almost free of this hellish week. Thank God; we’ll be home by sun-up.
Northbound on I-65, north of Indy. I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, like heading out to be tried before the Grand Inquisitor or something. The sun will be up soon. That means I’ll have to deal with the first shift at Bedford Park. That’s where all of our enemies are.… Continue reading Before The Grand Inquisitor
North Cove. We’re about to head back up for our last turn. The more I think about how late we’ll get in (sometime Tuesday morning), the more I resent it. I resent the way we’re treated at Bedford Park. I resent the way Ray treats us. And I resent that we’re making substantially less than… Continue reading Resentment
Just left Bedford Park. It went well. Had a kvetch session with Alex (a security guard whom we’re fond of) and an interesting talk with Linda (a warehouse employee who’s friendly to us). According to Linda, they’re about to lose one of their most major accounts because someone was shipping product on trailers that weren’t… Continue reading Kvetch Session
It’s snowing. Man, I’m nervous as hell about using the wipers; for obvious reasons. Come on, baybee. Just a few more days!
North of Indy. I can’t believe it’s Saturday afternoon and we’re only on our way up with load #5 of 8. We got fucked this week. Fate fucked us with a breakdown. Then Ray fucked us by not only making us wait until Friday morning to pick uq in Chicago Heights, but making it worse… Continue reading Full Of Anger And Hatred
I’ve just thought of a way to address the issue at Bedford Park; a yuppiefied campaign aimed at Brenda. For example, a memo titled “Communicate – Don’t Hate” could be directed toward the employees in buildings 44 & 45 (where we go), addressing the fact that we have differences that need to be addressed, to… Continue reading Communicate – Don't Hate
Mara and I are both a little depressed. This week has been a nightmare already. On top of that we have to deal with Bedford Park two more times, we’re going to lose a day off and we fully expect to be fired soon. As for the latter, whenever we’ve had such suspicions it’s been… Continue reading A Little Depressed