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Today conspired to annoy me.
Jul. 11th, 2006 07:41 pmFrom a crappy ride over to the train on, today was a bitch. I was riding on Blossom Hill, in the bike lane, when an asshole in a pick-up comes within inches of me to turn into a driveway. It's 0550, no traffic.. he couldn't wait for me (doing about 14mph) to clear the driveway?
Get to work, and get loaded fairly quickly. First part of the day was easy, then things got very annoying.
I had to go to our supplier in Brentwood, which is hell and gone from everything else. Without this stop, my day would have been straight up 680 with a side jaunt into Livermore and Dublin. With it, I had to do a great circle route. 680 to 580, to Vasco Rd, stop in Brentwood, the Hwy 4 out to Concord and hit my San Ramon stop on the way back. This adds close to eighty miles and at least two hours to my day.
I get out to the supplier, and they ask me why I'm there. Um, I have two POs to pick up? Oh, those went on our delivery truck this morning. Mike (names changed to protect the stupid) threw it on.
Normally, this is a good thing. But Mike neglected to freaking call us to let us know that our orders were no longer will-calls! Mike is the kind of guy who has a great idea and implements it immediately without any further consideration of what needs to be done also to support that move. A few weeks back he was the guy trying to load me with every pallet he could find even though most of them were way too heavy for my truck.
So, no pick up, and a big hole in my day. They get my order wrong at Taco Bell, people are driving like idiots, and I'm seriously wondering who is going to play me when America's Most Wanted does its profile of the "Highway 4 Rammer." I get to our supplier in Concord, who are normally very cool people (they have their warehouse wired with a sound system that makes you weep.. I came in to hear a live recording of Sexual Healing at concert levels). but today there was a suit in the building who evidently graduated from some MBA program that stressed being a condescending arse to everyone who doesn't drive a Lexus.
To be clear, I don't give a damn about buzzword bingo, or chatting about how much you make. I want my thousand feet of hanging wire (with clips) and my paperwork. The final straw was when he started mouthing off about how i seemed to be a smart guy, pity I wasn't "doing anything" with my life.
Call Rome. I didn't strangle him with his cheap-ass YSL knock-off tie. I just joined in the impromptu sign-along to What's Going On? then left.
Had two more drops, one of which involved doing a truck square dance with a hospital supply truck and a FedEx semi, and back to the warehouse.
Where those thousand wires slide off the forklift. Cleaning that up killed a half-hour or so. I do feel sorry for the night crew.. they have to count and rebundle all that wire.
Finally got out of work, and the bike racks were full on light rail. Get home to find that Avalanche Press had sent me the wrong order. This really pisses me off.
The All-Star game is a joke. Every half-inning they're stopping play for some BS presentation.
One moderately good thing. My truck now has a camera installed to help me back up safely. Not overly useful, but interesting.
I think I'm calling it an early night.
Get to work, and get loaded fairly quickly. First part of the day was easy, then things got very annoying.
I had to go to our supplier in Brentwood, which is hell and gone from everything else. Without this stop, my day would have been straight up 680 with a side jaunt into Livermore and Dublin. With it, I had to do a great circle route. 680 to 580, to Vasco Rd, stop in Brentwood, the Hwy 4 out to Concord and hit my San Ramon stop on the way back. This adds close to eighty miles and at least two hours to my day.
I get out to the supplier, and they ask me why I'm there. Um, I have two POs to pick up? Oh, those went on our delivery truck this morning. Mike (names changed to protect the stupid) threw it on.
Normally, this is a good thing. But Mike neglected to freaking call us to let us know that our orders were no longer will-calls! Mike is the kind of guy who has a great idea and implements it immediately without any further consideration of what needs to be done also to support that move. A few weeks back he was the guy trying to load me with every pallet he could find even though most of them were way too heavy for my truck.
So, no pick up, and a big hole in my day. They get my order wrong at Taco Bell, people are driving like idiots, and I'm seriously wondering who is going to play me when America's Most Wanted does its profile of the "Highway 4 Rammer." I get to our supplier in Concord, who are normally very cool people (they have their warehouse wired with a sound system that makes you weep.. I came in to hear a live recording of Sexual Healing at concert levels). but today there was a suit in the building who evidently graduated from some MBA program that stressed being a condescending arse to everyone who doesn't drive a Lexus.
To be clear, I don't give a damn about buzzword bingo, or chatting about how much you make. I want my thousand feet of hanging wire (with clips) and my paperwork. The final straw was when he started mouthing off about how i seemed to be a smart guy, pity I wasn't "doing anything" with my life.
Call Rome. I didn't strangle him with his cheap-ass YSL knock-off tie. I just joined in the impromptu sign-along to What's Going On? then left.
Had two more drops, one of which involved doing a truck square dance with a hospital supply truck and a FedEx semi, and back to the warehouse.
Where those thousand wires slide off the forklift. Cleaning that up killed a half-hour or so. I do feel sorry for the night crew.. they have to count and rebundle all that wire.
Finally got out of work, and the bike racks were full on light rail. Get home to find that Avalanche Press had sent me the wrong order. This really pisses me off.
The All-Star game is a joke. Every half-inning they're stopping play for some BS presentation.
One moderately good thing. My truck now has a camera installed to help me back up safely. Not overly useful, but interesting.
I think I'm calling it an early night.
