So today was surprisingly not a seriously awful no good very bad day. I mean it wasn’t jump up and rejoin life on Facebook because I’m suddenly happy good but it was a "maybe I’ll think twice about walking out into rush hour traffic" good.
That’s something.... right??
Maybe it was because I got to spend a good hour or so on the road taking deliveries. I got to breathe fresh air, I got to listen to my music and drive fast.
Maybe that’s what I need? Maybe it’s being cooped up in the store all day long that’s killing my soul? And maybe it’s coworkers who think entirely too highly of themselves.
We have this one guy. He swears he’s trying to be a shift leader. That would be good if he weren’t one of those stand on your soapbox and scream until you think people are finally paying attention to you kind of people. He actually got high and or drunk one night and called me at two am to rant about shit.
Because calling your boss at two am is totally acceptable. Totally.
Not. Not in any existence is that remotely okay to do.
And every other shift or lately every single shift he either doesn’t feel well or is still hurt from an accident a few weeks ago or some other excuse and has to leave. Making our delivery times through the roof and usually putting more work into the other drivers and the managers because we now have to deal with the angry customers who want to scream at us because delivery is so long.
PSA: don’t scream at the people who handle your food. I’m not saying we will do something to it but do you really want to live with the thought in the back of your mind that maybe they might have done something to it because you were a total bitch on the phone? I mean... unless it’s a totally open kitchen you don’t see everything...
*shrugs and walks away* Your choice.
I still think this store is slowly and piece by piece stealing my soul and selling to the highest bidder but I’ve got news for them... I signed a contract with the devil years ago. He owns the soul. I think I sold it for my divorce... or a chocolate bar. I didn’t really read the fine print.
I’m still considering other jobs. I’m always considering other jobs. Most specifically jobs that allow me a half a chance of moviing to England one day.
I wish I knew why the two times I was in England my spirit felt like it had finally come home and the two times I flew away from England my spirit curled up in a corner and cried.
I’d ask if any of you ever felt that way but no one
