Holy crap, if I didn't already have five days of vacation scheduled for next week, I'd need them now.
Eleven hours. 17 bundles of strut, all-thread, and ceiling wire; totaling over 6,000 feet. Two brand-new sites, one behind a closed-off road, the other off-map. No lunch, no breaks, and I "recycled" two Gatorade bottles when the need arose.
Didn't help that I didn't even make my first delivery until nearly 0900 (I get to work at 0600). Getting all this crap on my truck took a long time with the able assistance of my boss.
Then we discover that one of the orders is wrong. Thank Ghu it's the bundle of 20' strut on the outside of the bed. Had to get that fixed, then learned that the one pallet I needed to load was inaccessible as one of my coworkers had practically parked on top of it.
At least I didn't have to go to Stockton (for a change.)
It's amazing how time creeps up on you as a driver. You're rocking along, thinking that you're making good time, doing stops, and
BAM! You find yourself at eight hours, 70 miles from the warehouse with another four stops to make. And you have to hustle to get there before they go home!
But I now am the proud owner of nine straight days off (five of them paid.) I think tomorrow and Sunday are going to be dedicated to tidying up around here. The place has slipped a bit. Monday, of course, is my big dental appointment for my final extractions and getting my teeth. Other than that (and getting used to the teeth, and
EATING) I've got no plans beyond trying a little writing. I've got a couple of events; Sunday
kshandra and I are going to karaoke (if only
kor27 had
The Quiet One by The Who) and Saturday is the Baycon wrap BBQ. I may go to that just to mingle. Reading and Nethack are definitely on the agenda.
Bliss.