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The damn cold is finally on the downswing. I can tell because sleep has become my all-consuming passion of the last few days. I've been going to bed at 1700 or so and sleeping through to the alarm at 0540. Appetite is returning as well. The good news is I slept through the State of the Union and the Florida primary.
Work has been weird. Today I was practically throwing things because shit kept getting added to me after I was loaded. Not small orders, but multi-pallet monsters that weren't ready after I'd been there for 90 minutes! Considering I already had six pallets on board, plus 20' strut, it was getting very frustrating. Even better, once I did manage to leave, and start doing actual work, I get called and told that the three pallet order for Stockton that caused so many headaches before getting loaded is now not being delivered. This is the second day in a row I've been called and told to not drop something on my truck. Very annoying.
But there was one weird thing that became funny. One of my regulars is a fire sprinkler company in Milpitas. The shop foreman is a die-hard Dodgers fan, so of course we've become good friends. Their orders tend to be be tall pallets, lots of rolls of pipe insulation and the like. Monday, I get an order for them - one pallet. I find it, match the numbers, and deliver it (taking a few minutes to talk sports, as usual. We agree on the Warriors.) Tuesday, I get an increasingly puzzled series of Nextel calls concerning this delivery. Did I take two pallets? Were two pallets stacked on each other on the floor? Turns out that along with their order, they got 1200 post bases. Which they don't use. Arturo (the foreman) and I both told Tim that what I delivered was one big pallet wrapped heavily in shrinkwrap. So one of our warehouse workers had to pile my order on top of this pallet of post bases, pick up the who;e mess with a lift, wrap it, label it, and never mention that he had added a little bonus there. Dumbass of the Year!
Beer tastes right again. Yay!
Tooth update: I go in again on the 7th for what is now going to be a deep cleaning and the prescription of antibiotics. Two weeks (or so) after that I go in for the desperately-needed extractions. After that, we take impressions and get ready for new teeth!
There will be a gathering to watch Doug chew. We're thinking Henry's Hi-Life. Dates will be announced well ahead of time, and I'd love to see y'all there. You might actually see me smile!
Work has been weird. Today I was practically throwing things because shit kept getting added to me after I was loaded. Not small orders, but multi-pallet monsters that weren't ready after I'd been there for 90 minutes! Considering I already had six pallets on board, plus 20' strut, it was getting very frustrating. Even better, once I did manage to leave, and start doing actual work, I get called and told that the three pallet order for Stockton that caused so many headaches before getting loaded is now not being delivered. This is the second day in a row I've been called and told to not drop something on my truck. Very annoying.
But there was one weird thing that became funny. One of my regulars is a fire sprinkler company in Milpitas. The shop foreman is a die-hard Dodgers fan, so of course we've become good friends. Their orders tend to be be tall pallets, lots of rolls of pipe insulation and the like. Monday, I get an order for them - one pallet. I find it, match the numbers, and deliver it (taking a few minutes to talk sports, as usual. We agree on the Warriors.) Tuesday, I get an increasingly puzzled series of Nextel calls concerning this delivery. Did I take two pallets? Were two pallets stacked on each other on the floor? Turns out that along with their order, they got 1200 post bases. Which they don't use. Arturo (the foreman) and I both told Tim that what I delivered was one big pallet wrapped heavily in shrinkwrap. So one of our warehouse workers had to pile my order on top of this pallet of post bases, pick up the who;e mess with a lift, wrap it, label it, and never mention that he had added a little bonus there. Dumbass of the Year!
Beer tastes right again. Yay!
Tooth update: I go in again on the 7th for what is now going to be a deep cleaning and the prescription of antibiotics. Two weeks (or so) after that I go in for the desperately-needed extractions. After that, we take impressions and get ready for new teeth!
There will be a gathering to watch Doug chew. We're thinking Henry's Hi-Life. Dates will be announced well ahead of time, and I'd love to see y'all there. You might actually see me smile!
