Why Can't a Girl Catch a Break?

I came home yesterday and let my dogs out. Then answer the knock at my door and its my neighbors telling me they caught my dog--he'd escaped due to the power company cutting limbs and--they'd pushed in my gate, which is always locked to prevent-- anyone who just walks by-- from letting my dogs loose on a whim.  He then helped me push the gate back to its proper position. I thanked him and was pretty upset.  I mean, really, I left the gate locked, its NEVER unlocked...even the meter reader knocks at a locked gate and won't enter your yard if you aren't home to admit him.  If the power company had bothered; either by phone call or letter, to inform me that they were going to trim power lines in my yard and an estimated time, I would have left the gate unlocked for them. However; I got no such warning. 

Apparently city power company workers are less concerned about getting shot than their country counterparts.  My countrified power company in Ohio warned folks so they wouldn't be caught unawares...and, I would assume, for the safety of their workers they wouldn't want folks to be caught unawares. 

Also, if a gate is shut, shut the damn gate!  Ever want to piss off a farmer, a horse owner, ect, leave a gate open.  Common courtesy, open the gate, shut the gate so animals won't escape and cause a larger problem either for the property owner or for someone  such as passing motorists. Cows and horses are not big respecters of cars. 

I'm just glad both my dogs are safe and didn't get hit by cars as I am super close to a busy freeway.

Lesson learned.  Gate will now be chained as well as locked. Fuck you, DTE. Notify me. I will comply. I'm a fan of electricity and tree trimming is often necessary.  Want to enter my yard without notification?  Go ahead, jump the fence with a chainsaw, see if I care.  Cut through the fence, I press charges.

I noticed my other neighbors who always, always, ALWAYS left their gate unlocked...now are sporting a gate chain.  I wonder if their dogs also escaped.
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Super busy at work yesterday. Not even funny.

Here is the listing of deliveries:

9 softener salt pallets...unload time, 30 minutes, paper work time, 10.

"Partial" DC...meaning a full truck minus 4 pallets that were dropped off at some other store. Unload time one hour...paperwork...45 minutes...and I had help from Crystal or it would have been much longer for just the paperwork.

Tarter Gate. They merrily left me about 30 gates and other things that have yet to be socked away correctly as I haven't had the time and it is labor intensive, hot work, in the sun, and its way too hot to be doing this lately. 90 plus all week.  Unload time: 45 minutes because its all wonky and complex. Paperwork, about the same since they pack the gates with bar codes facing wrong directions for the RF guns sometimes just to be obnoxious.

Bird seed...9 pallets. Unload time, one hour due to rotation of old bird seed to the front and new to the back. Paperwork, ten minutes.

UPS.

Fed Ex.

Recycled Pallet truck guy:  I was able to pawn this off on Jason as I was too damn busy and he didn't mind doing it.  Was trying to get Crystal to do it since, its empty, stacked pallets and what the hell can she break? Nothing.  But she was too scared.

Checking in of UPS, Fed Ex, POs from the truck....at least an hour.

Helping Crystal finish sorting totes (she was totally off her game because her room mate was threatening to "do things" to her cat or some shit., she moved back in with her mom after work yesterday.)  30 minutes.

Sorting pallets with Crystal....an hour and a half, possibly?

Lunch; half an hour. It was socked in there somewhere, don't remember where...everything was so frantic all damn day.

 Finding most of the rain checks, calling those people, (I feel like this is always endless and it eats up time like nothing else.) No one ever answers their phones so it rings and rings and rings and goes to voice mail. Those same people later come in to bitch that "No one called."  I've decided they just don't know how to listen to their voice mail.  Answering their phones would prevent that.  I'm not calling more than once. 

End of day paperwork and I ran out the door ready to just hibernate.

In reality I came home, let the dogs out for a potty break, was notified Doggles was loose, dealt with that, and then went to pick Jon up from his job...and came back home, showered, and farted around on the web, then eventually went to sleep...to wake up at 4 am to go back to the old hell hole.

There is still freight in the backroom.  All the computers went down and we had to write down everything, do the math and tax...and it takes forever. Freight stopped for about two hours.  We were chugging along until the store had to open.  It broke our momentum and we never recovered, and we were two people down for two hours and then one person down for the other 6.

I'm glad its a three day weekend...except, on Tuesday, I'll have double the work as I will have to do Monday's work as well....