My first week at work after being on vacation for two weeks was, as expected, rough. It took hours on Monday just to figure out what was even happening with the paperwork. It was all so confused. My "replacement" had not been trained whatsoever so I can't be angry with her as she called me several times to ask questions. I am, however, disappointed with my supposed superiors in not considering that she hadn't the faintest idea what to do and had scheduled her with no one who had the knowledge she was lacking.
Jon has been battling depression. I can understand why. It's just difficult to deal with. He was supposed to have a guy from work come over today and help him drop his oil pan so he can clean the sludge out of it and put in a new oil pan and rear main seal but, of course, the guy flaked out on him without even so much as a phone call. So he's bought all the parts and we moved (pushed) cars around in the driveway (lucky for him I have lots of experience manually pushing around a ton or more of feed pallets) because it came in handy today, being strong like bull. He's now gone off to somewhere to get a manual...I think...with the cash he was supposed to have paid the guy who flaked out on us. So he hasn't actually gotten started yet.
Tomorrow I have a store meeting (just the place I want to go on a day off) but only have to be there for an hour. I traded hours with Crystal so I wouldn't have to work alllll day on a weekend. I usually don't work weekends...and if I miss a weekday I end up so far behind I can't dig my way out. Plus I won't have to deal with phones, customers or moving things...I can just sit there and listen to the manager say "BLAH BLAH BLAH..." This manager doesn't say "mmmkay?" all the time, and I've never been to one of his meetings so we shall see how it goes.
We had a very short notice barbeque last night. It was okay with a very small turnout. But was still fun. Levon pretty much did all the work and bought all the things. But, he was on vacation this week and wanted to have a barbeque, so we did. So its our turn next time to buy all the things. Levon, I think is...a month or more sober. Good for him. I'm proud of him, really. He'd stopped drinking in the heat and found himself passing out at work from the DTs. Yep. That bad. So bad he even went to a doctor to get help detoxing. He's stuck to it. He's not even all weird about people drinking in front of him. He says its just something he's going to have to learn to tolerate so just go on ahead and drink.
Dave showed up for a short time and was his usual, nice, quiet self. He said his work had been talking of promoting him to assistant manager...but he hates his job so I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
I have been reading and reading and reading. Although today I did do laundry, and the usual lame household chore type stuff...like wiping the dog spittle off the insides of the windows. I really really wish Emma would stop foaming at the mouth every time a mail man or some random person walks by the house. It's actually pretty damn gross because dog spittle is slimy and I have to wet the slime to wash the windows, reanimating the slime.....and smearing it around with lots of dish soap before it comes clean.
I don't remember a summer with as much nice, comfortable weather as this one or as much rain when needed. My grass is still green and not brown, crunchy, and just plain dust like last year. Weird. Even in other less dry summers the grass still seemed to turn brown.
I am not looking forward to receiving in winter, however. The cold and the snow really really suck when riding a forklift. I learned enough about that this spring to dread it.
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