whiski_sour: (goddess)
My last Second Monday wasn't so bad, though this morning was a total clusterfuck.

Word is getting around that I'm leaving which makes me feel very awkward, but I took it upon myself to tell a couple of the drivers. I'm hoping to see as many of them as I can tomorrow before I leave.

I made cheesecake brownie cupcakes to take for my last day. I won't miss the cube, but I will miss them.
whiski_sour: (listen to the music)
This last week at work is turning out to be more of a hell week than I thought. Between Hurricane Irene, a plant mess up, and getting two more plants dumped on us, Monday and Tuesday felt more like four days instead of two. I'm indeed disappointed that tomorrow isn't Friday.

Speaking of the hurricane, you'd think that it's approach would make the east coast plant pause and say, hey, let's hold off a day on deliveries to see what happens. Nope. They sent our driver, who was running late due to road closures in NJ/NY anyway, then gets to Vermont and finds out that he can't get to his first two stops because THE ROADS AND BRIDGES ARE WASHED OUT. No kidding.

That was Monday. Today we get a call from the plant because those customers want their stuff and they just have to have their stuff this week and are pissed that we didn't get it to them sooner. Hello? YOU COULDN'T GET TO YOUR DAMN PLACE OF BUSINESS DUE TO FLOODING. HOW DO YOU EXPECT US TO GET THERE? So Ron will be out until Saturday getting these customers their stuff.

We'll just never mind the fact that a few of the other places he delivered didn't have power and one of the towns had been "washed off the map" according to one guy.

We'll also just never mind that the second Maine truck (which is a stupid idea anyway) will actually be getting to stops ahead of the first truck due to the hurricane putting him so far behind.


I also spent five days trying to get in contact with someone about their delivery (first to tell them when it was scheduled, then to tell them it was late, even though they didn't know it was late because I never got a hold of him) and by the time I finally got in touch with a human being that I didn't have to leave a message they wouldn't return, they told me that they'd canceled that order.

So, yeah, it's been all kinds of clusterfuck that make me happy this is my last week and I wish it would go quicker.

However, since today was better, Chad took me, Albert, and Crystal out to lunch since it's my last week and we won't have time to go on Friday. Word is also starting to make its way 'round that I'm leaving. The plant manager, John, told me he wasn't accepting my resignation. Chad, Albert, and Crystal have all said the same thing.

I hate this sort of thing. This is why I waited as long as I could before I let anyone find out I was leaving. I like the people I work with. I'm going to miss seeing them every day. I'm going to miss being part of the team.

So far the only driver I'm sure of that knows I'm leaving is the new driver, Joe. I haven't told any of the others, but I'm sure word may start getting around. If I see Gary or George or Mike tomorrow, I'll tell them. Everybody will know within five minutes of telling them. They're just like old women after church. Gossip, gossip, gossip.

I've got a lot of mixed emotions right now. I knew I would. But in the long run, I feel this will be for the best.

Gonna miss them, though.
whiski_sour: (Busted!)
I know I still owe an entry about my future, but can I just say that I'm really going to miss most of the people that I work with and if it weren't for the actual job I wouldn't be so miserable there?

Because that's all true.

If I just got paid to hang out in my cube with Albert, Chad, Crystal, Shilo, Gina, Kent, and Henderson with occasional visits from my home plant drivers, I'd be good to go.

Doesn't work that way though.

Shame, that.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
I put in my notice at work. My last day is September 2nd.

Discussions about the future to come. Get a preview on the blog.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Another driver bailed on us, leaving us scrambling to cover his loads for the week. I've got another driver nearly a day late because a) he broke down on the way home Friday and b) his load was done wrong and someone had to fix it (a reocurring problem at this particular plant).

So, I'm making late calls while fielding the typical It's Monday Where's My Stuff calls while trying to get last minute information to drivers on the road. And then there's the pile of regular phone calls that need to be made.

And the driver trip sheets that I have to review.

And the violations sheets that I have to compile even though I'm pretty sure that Chad doesn't look at them.

And the board needs updated.

And we've hired someone new, Crystal, to help us in the office. She spent the afternoon watching me make phone calls and explaining my job. Not that there's a lot to it, but she's sitting in my cube so I feel compelled to say something. She's going to be handling our drivers once we get her trained up. I imagine she'll be doing other things, too, but that's her main gig.

Starting next week, I'll be working 8-5 taking an hour lunch. Right now I'm working 7-4:30 taking a half hour lunch. I'm already hitting 5 o'clock a couple of days a week now. I look forward to hitting 5:30. Because I can't seem to get it all done in one shift.

They need to go back to that temp service and get someone to replace me. I can't hack this gig.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
-I survived another week of work. I swear, it felt like every driver was running behind at some point this week and our Eastern plant has some of the most uncooperative, unhelpful people running it. They seem not understand that we can neither break the law or physics to accomplish what they want us to do. My attempts to force choke them were unsuccessful.

-Speaking of drivers, I failed to mention that Marvin took a hike on us. Shame. I really liked him. Left us in quite a big lurch which has contributed to our problems.

-In other driver news, Stephen hasn't been acting like himself the past several weeks. He's gone from happy-go-lucky and chatty to serious business and so short it was to the point of curt. Today he showed signs of his old self, actually talking to me for more than a split second hello. Albert tried talking to him, asked what's bothering him, but he insists it's nothing. It's been worrying us for a while, but maybe this turn means he's getting back to normal. I hope so.

-In non-work news, I got my hair cut. I went for a different style. It's awkward. It doesn't matter what style I choose, my hair chooses its own and it always takes me a few days to figure out how to work it. When it get it figured out, I'll have to post pictures of the style I picked and the style I ended up with. It'll blow your mind.

-There's been a change in our line-up going to Wrigley next Saturday. See, when Haley and I went to KC, Natalie was bummed she couldn't go. So we decided to go to Wrigley and take Haley's husband Matt. Well, Natalie's sister Sarah was bummed she couldn't go, so she started begging Matt to give her his ticket. He finally did. So it's going to be an all girl trip to Wrigley, a double sister feature (Haley's my sister from another mister, friends over 25 years now). Chicago has been put on notice.

-I think I might have a sinus infection. It's not pleasant and I'm treating it with irregation right now because I don't know what else to do for it without going to the doctor and I don't have time for that.

-Fun active sleeping period. I sleep with my penguin Quinn. Quinn wears a Cubs hat that was worn by a player (it's too big, but he wears it well). I had a dream about this Cubs player. Can't really remember the dream, but I did a fair bit of moving because when I woke up, the hat was gone. In a panic, I searched for it in the dark and found it...on the floor on the other side of my bed. No idea why it was there or how it got there.

-I also slept at least part of last night with my head at the opposite end of the bed, nearly in the window. Not the first time I've done that.

I think that catches things up.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
-This week killed me. I'm tired of being stressed about work and I'm tired of talking about it. I'm tired of dreaming about it.

-I had a blast at the Cornbelters games this past weekend and there might be another game in my immediate future, like Monday. Baseball is my happy place.

-I keep entering contests that would require me to ditch work if I won. Fuck it! Take the bucket! And flyyyy!

-I bought tickets to a Cubs/Reds game in August. I'll be going with Haley, Matt, and Natalie. I joked about taking a Joey Votto voodoo doll to the game, but now I'm seriously considering it. I feel like being a jackass. We hates Joey Votto, precious.

-I haven't watched a Harry Potter movie since the third one, so I'm not going to see Deathly Hallows Part Two: The Slaying of the Boogaloo. However, I hope my Harry Potter loving friends enjoy it.

-I hate it when people piss on other people's good time. We get it! You're so fucking hardcore because you don't like this popular thing! Move the fuck along, buzzkill.

-I'm not going anywhere or doing anything this weekend. I might even go to bed by 9:30 tonight. I feel some sloth coming on.

-Someone remind me to dig my James Russell baseball card from behind my bookcase. I really need a proper shelf.
whiski_sour: (up to no good)
Yesterday, Marvin prank called me. He acted like he was a customer wanting to know where his delivery was. He sounded like Bobcat Goldthwait.

This is the same driver that called me up and told me it was an obscene phone call and proceeded to say the word "obscene" several times before realizing he was suppposed to add in some heavy breathing.

Phone calls from Marvin are never boring.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
Three day weekends are nice. Four day work weeks are nice.

Everything's borked at work and I don't know what day it is.

Consequences for nice.
whiski_sour: (modesty)
After having one driver try to throw me under the bus and another one be an ass, my day was made golden by one of my favorite drivers, Stephen, telling me in his very Stephen way that I was pretty.

A couple of weeks ago, Marvin said he thought I was 24. Marvin and Stephen are my most favoritest drivers.

Also, I'm currently holding the money for a quarter bet between Albert and Chad on whether or not it'll rain tonight. Yeah, these things happen during the slow times in the cube.

However, a game of Cube Baseball has yet to break out again.

The week is still young, though. Wednesdays are the deadest of the dead. It could happen.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
I've gone all week without posting and I feel I should say something, so here you go:

I made a grand total of three phone calls today. That's how Wednesdays tend to go.

The end.
whiski_sour: (Dempster Laugh)
Kent: Jesus Christ!
Albert: Yes, my son?
Kent: Well, since you're the one walking on water...

Albert's phone rings.
Kent: House of Christ, Jesus speaking.

And that's when we were all banished to Hell.

This afternoon, Albert and I received an email from Chad.

Taking a vacation day tomorrow. Will be in meetings all day Monday. I'll have my phone if you REALLY need me.

Me: Albert, I bet we're going to need him A LOT.
Albert: Yeah. Especially since we won't be here.
*Albert and I laugh*
Chad: I don't think that's funny.
Me: But it must be because I'm laughing.

Albert replies to the email.

I'm going to call every hour on the hour. Just you watch.

Before I left, Chad was looking to hide things in his cube because last time he had a day off, Albert rearranged it.

I have a feeling that come Tuesday, Albert and I will be in trouble.
whiski_sour: (one of those days)
Today was shit. The morning was one aggravation after another and just as things start to smooth out in the afternoon, new shit crops up that will have to be dealt with next week. Awesome.

And then the Cubs got spanked hard by the Dodgers. More awesome.

All of this required peanutbutter eggs. Right Stat Now.

Carrie and I were discussing my day after I got off of work. I'm pretty convinced that there's no way I can last at this job. I'm not nice enough. I'm not talking about being nice to the customers. I'm just talking about nice in general. To me, some of the people I work with (mostly at corporate) are lobotomy, stepford nice. Carrie told me that's actually normal and they're not being weird. I've just been socialized poorly and Walmart sucked out my soul, so it just seems weird to me.

I'm taking her word for it.

Overly nice people cause me concern.
whiski_sour: (up to no good)
Yesterday, I only made 4 phone calls. All day. That was it.

Today, I made 77. That's the way it rolls sometimes.

To be fair though, I had to make four phone calls just to get the right person on one stop. The number I had was wrong and the guy on the other end of the line gave me a good talking to about that. Yeah, it's calls like that which make me glad they can't see my face. I then called another number to get the correct number. I called the correct number to have them give me the cell phone number of the guy I needed to talk to. Finally, I got the right guy.

I really hate calls like that. I don't get them very often, but that doesn't mean I don't hate them.

Chad's been on vacation all week, leaving Albert and me to our own devices. Aside from a bumpy Monday, an aggravating Tuesday, an extremely boring Wednesday, and a busy Thursday, we haven't been doing too badly.

Chad's sent Albert an email saying they've been having tordnadoes down in Florida.

We think that's fair.

Of course, we're bad like that.
whiski_sour: (Dempster Laugh)
Albert: *leaving a message for his kids* Hello. I need someone to call me back. Bye. *hangs up*
Chad: *dials Albert's extension*
Albert: This is Albert.
Chad: I'm calling you back.
Albert: Not you! *hangs up*
Chad and I: *die laughing*

Cubicles. They make pranking easy.
whiski_sour: (seems inapproriate)
Today was a little bit crazy, which is unlike a Wednesday. I'm usually struggling no to succumb to boredom.

Anyway, before things went WTF on us, I found out that my job will be changing.

See, the plan is to centralize dispatch for the six plants (Illinois, Virginia, Michigan, Wisconsin, Kentucky, and California) here. So the way Chad would like to do it is one person take care of the drivers, one person build loads and do order entry, and one person make the phone calls and do clerical work. Right now, the last job is mine; Albert and Chad do a combo of the other two jobs for only two of the plants.

But, since Chad thinks that I'm catching on to things pretty quickly and doing well, he would like to bump me up to load planning and order entry (which I've done a little of) when things go centralized. This means Albert would be just handling the drivers and they'd hire someone to do the phone calls. Chad would be soley account manager and supervisor of all things under the transport sun in our little office.

So, yeah, that's something to look forward to, I suppose.

Load planning/order entry is going to be more work, though. I'm going to miss reading the paper in the morning and writing in the afternoon to help fill the time.

I'll still be able to listen to ballgames, though.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
People were just inconvenient this week.

I was finally, FINALLY able to finish making the calls from last Friday on Tuesday. I ended up fielding phone calls from the same people on Wednesday. I also dealt with a company that apparently changed their phone number and just didn't tell anyone.

Thursdays are always busy, but yesterday I had two trips held up. One needed their material delayed. The other one needed their stuff delievered to a jobsite. These things aren't always as easy as they sound. It took some serious pulling and switching to get those trips to work.

Today I called a guy who was supposed to be my contact except no one had told him that he was the contact and was supposed to know what was going on.

By one this afternoon, I was done with all of my work and spent the rest of my shift surfing the net and listening to the Cubs game.

Two minutes before check out time, I go to send in my timecard and the internet goes down.

I guess it decided to be inconvenient, too.

I realize this is pretty petty and insignificant in light of what's going on in Japan, but right now I can't process what's going in Japan. My brain has trouble interpreting disasters of that magnitude.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
Today was one of those days at work. Not a bad day; just a pain in the ass day. And really, my part of the day wasn't that big of a pain in the ass. I mostly got the trickle down effect from Albert and Chad.

But since Chad was gone all morning and then running behind this afternoon, I got to schedule my first trips in the computer. All it involves is filling out some info, putting in the locations, and determining the times of arrival. Sounds easy, right?

I'm sure one day it will be, but for my first time, I ran into a bit of trouble and got frustrated because of my ineptness.

Now, I told you that story to tell you this story.

When I was three, Papa found me in the closet at his house, crying because I was trying to read a book way beyond my level and was frustrated because I couldn't read it. I was learning to read and couldn't understand why I couldn't read this book.

Fast forward 28 years and I'm getting frustrated for exactly the same reason. I'd been shown how to do it, therefore, I should be able to do it.

Chad helped me out and it turned out that I wasn't as horrible at it as I thought. I am slow, though. Speed comes with experience, I know. Right now turtles are quicker.

In other news, Dad bought a new printer. We actually needed one since the old one wasn't feeding paper right anymore, but I'm still telling people it's because Dad couldn't work it.

It also saves me from having to buy new ink cartridges.
whiski_sour: (Oh noes!)
Today was questionable at best. I knew it would be when I got to work to find an email from one of my least favorite customers waiting for me.

Between the 20 inches of snow dumped in Wisconsin, the 20 below wind chills in Minnesota, and the no shows at delivery sites, and drivers running late for reasons I was not informed of, the phones rang quite a bit today. I think mine rang more today than it has the entire time I've worked there.

It was a cursed Monday for a lot of people. Albert spilled coffee all over his desk. A water jug leaked all over Shilo's paperwork and she ended up spreading it around her office floor to dry. The metal office's computers went down so Gina and Kent couldn't get anything done for at least an hour.

I wouldn't say it was a bad day, though. At least not for me. It was just a pain in the ass. I think it helps that I'm getting the hang of my job and how things work.

At any rate, I'm hoping tomorrow is an improvement.
whiski_sour: (seems inapproriate)
It got into the 60's today which was fantastic. The snow is melting big time which is also fantastic.

Except lots of melting snow means lots of lakes and ponds and rivers. I had the pleasure of driving through a nice sized lake in the parking lot at work. There's also a river running through it. Checking trailers today required some fancy footwork in order to not sink in the mud. Good times.

There are also some nice potholes. In the parking lot at the Plaza (McDonalds, Walmart, CVS, China Wok, doctor's office, and an atm), I was forced to drive through one large pothole filled with water. Only when I was driving through it did I realize how deep it was. Damn thing nearly swallowed my car.

Albert has the day off tomorrow. See at this place, you can take your birthday off. With pay. And if your birthday is in the middle of the week and you'd rather have a three day weekend, that can be arranged. Albert's birthday was Tuesday, but he's taking tomorrow off. So Chad will have me doing orders with his guidance. I'm looking forward to it. I like this job. I want to learn more about it.

Some conversation from the cubes today:

Kent, the order coordinator, was having a rough day.
Kent: Fuck!
Albert: No thanks.

Discussing the drinking Albert plans to do this weekend.
Albert: You're making me sound like an alcoholic.
Kent: That's because I always thought we were a lot alike.

Albert on the phone informing one of our drivers that he was randomly selected for a drug test.
Albert: Guess what! Your name was drawn out of a hat. You get to pee in a bottle!

To me this is all funnier because you can't see anybody. You just hear the voices.


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