gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Death)
[personal profile] gridlore
I'm home.

I was at work, merrily loading my truck, when I lifted one of my gates and a pike got rammed through my sternum. I cannot wait until the end of the month for this surgery. I'm calling them today and saying it needs to be moved up, I cannot do my job, I cannot function like this. End of story. They can bump someone getting an elective procedure. I don't care.

These days I'm just sick of my body. For fifteen years it has been betraying me and keeping me from doing the one thing in life I really love doing, driving for a living. How many of you actually sing as you start your job? I do. Almost every day I walk out to my truck singing something. Bill Kirchen, Jerry Reed... something appropriate. I do this because I love what I do so much that I look forward to doing it every day. As much as I bitch about it, I honestly love my job.

But now, again, my fucking body has gotten in the way of me doing my job. What's worse, it's added to the burden of my coworkers. Raul has to do a couple of stops in Santa Cruz and then cover my route. Not fair to him. When I have my surgery they'll have to cover my route for a couple of weeks. Not fair then. I'm 43 years old. I should be able to show up to work and do my freaking job on a daily basis without having to worry about my fucking gall bladder!

Extremely frustrated, and tired, and sick of it all. When the hell can I arrange to be uploaded into a nanomachine cloud?

Date: 6 Jan 2010 15:38 (UTC)
seawasp: (Xellos-chan)
From: [personal profile] seawasp
But if you were uploaded into a nanomachine cloud, how would you drive a truck?

Date: 6 Jan 2010 15:46 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gridlore.livejournal.com
Direct interface! I would be the truck! And the forklift!

Date: 6 Jan 2010 17:33 (UTC)
seawasp: (Default)
From: [personal profile] seawasp
Then you'd feel the rough road, scrapes and bumps, and all that!

Date: 6 Jan 2010 19:00 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gridlore.livejournal.com
Like I don't now? I often dream of getting the Director of the California Department of Transportation in my truck to show him what our "paved" roads feel like on truck springs.

Date: 6 Jan 2010 19:01 (UTC)
seawasp: (Default)
From: [personal profile] seawasp
Yeah, but when the paint gets scraped or you bang into something because your customer assured you there was plenty of space and he defined "plenty" as 3/4" wider than your truck, YOU don't end up bruised!

Date: 7 Jan 2010 00:37 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gridlore.livejournal.com
No, I end up bruised when the customer orders 2,000' of 20' Unistrut then doesn't have a forklift. Or anyone to help me offload. I do have the option of saying "I'm not driving there" if I feel that the space is unsafe or not large enough.

And being a foglet means at the end of the day I flow out and do something else! Yes, no more beer, but I'm sure I could find ways to amuse myself. For example, ride in a baseball during a major league game.

Date: 6 Jan 2010 16:43 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fangedfaerie.livejournal.com
But if you were uploaded, how could you give/receive hugs?

Date: 6 Jan 2010 19:00 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gridlore.livejournal.com
I'm not really that tactile a person to begin with.

Date: 6 Jan 2010 18:38 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] murphymom.livejournal.com
Aw, crap - I'm sorry, Doug. You really have had more than your fair ration of health issues, and I wish I could fix it for you.

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