Endings are always hard.

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.

Yeah.

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.