Didn’t forget, just got busy

It’s very, very early in the wee hours of Saturday morning. I have to be at work in about sixteen hours. I’ve been very busy this past week and haven’t had a chance to update, even off-line.

I’ve been having some very weird dreams lately. A few of them have been rather erotic. One of them involved two of my neighbors, an ex-girlfriend, and an acquaintance from my old job. That was interesting. The others have just been plain weird. There was one where I was driving home in my BMW (no idea how it got fixed) and was taking a curve at over a hundred that I would never risk doing more than seventy or so, even in the BMW (and certainly not more than fifty or sixty in the truck) and the back end got loose and slid out from under me, dragging me off the road into the trees. As the car left the road it suddenly turned into a much smaller something that looked something like an Indy car or Formula 1 racer but the wheels were still covered. As it starts to slide backwards down the slope I jump out and suddenly I’m strong enough to grab the car and hold it steady and then drag it back up onto the road one-handed. I flag down a passing flat-bed truck and get the car home, at which time I tell my dad I broke my car and can I borrow his Hummer, which I can see parked on the beach just outside the window. Really weird since he doesn’t live on the beach or own a Hummer. Then there was one that I can only vaguely remember about shopping for an engagement ring. The only thing I can really remember is that the jeweler was in complete agreement with me when I told him I only wanted to spend a few hundred dollars on the band and sink most of my two months’ salary (I’m a little old-school on that) into the diamond itself. I’m not even sure why I was looking at engagement rings, I don’t have any relationships that are anywhere near that point.

Work has pretty much been calm. There was one day, I think it was last Tuesday night, when we got a truck we weren’t expecting and had way more freight than we cold reasonably handle. I think we did really well. We only had two pallets of overstock come to the back and six pallets that we never got to in addition to two or three carts of merchandise. She flipped out and made us stay until ten to work freight as punishment. And all the while she’s accusing us of not doing our jobs she’s on the radio with the back-room manager screaming that we need to change the schedules back there so this doesn’t happen again, which tells me she knew it wasn’t our fault, the job didn’t get done on day shift, we were handed a crap sandwich, and she was just being petty. She swears there were seven or eight carts that didn’t get touched but I know for a fact this is inaccurate. Most of the carts she saw when she got back there thirty minutes after she was supposed to be in were carts the first shift folks had loaded up to get the untouched freight out to the shelves. She even made them take what she called our “alleged overstock” out to the floor and try to put it out. With the exception of one feature I didn’t know we had (and really, why were there tents on the Mother’s Day aisle?) every single bit of it came back.

Later in the week she dumped all the back stock from two departments’ racks on to pallets and made us work it. I knew that one of the department’s stuff would go on the shelf because the hourly manager in charge of that department is both lazy and incompetent and if she reported directly to me she would no longer be an hourly manager. The other department was gone through and every single item that came out of the racks went back in. I wanted to tell my manager that I always had really good people working that department overnight, I usually spot-checked the stuff they sent back to make sure it wouldn’t go, and “won’t go” doesn’t mean “didn’t try”. She really aggravates me sometimes. I did pretty well though through all the screaming and fit pitching. I never really got stressed out like I did before because I knew I was right and she was wrong, the worst thing she could do was fire me, and I’m already looking for another job so what the hell.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Critter lately. I even watched the kids for a few hours on Sunday when K’s dad decided he was going to be an ass and not watch them like he should. The two of them had had an argument about something the night before, something to do with him watching the kids for an hour (or maybe an extra hour) while she ran an errand on the way home from work and he refused. When the time came for him to be over at her place to watch them on Sunday afternoon he never showed. She called to ask if he was going to watch them like he’d promised and she was told to “watch them yourself, it’s not my fault you have them.” Ok, aside from being asinine I’m pretty sure that one of them is his “fault”. Anyway, she called and woke me up and I said I’d be glad to watch them and I’ve told her that before but she’s never taken me up on it. It was only for about two hours from the time she went to work to the time her mom got off, no big deal.

We went and gave blood together on Thursday and that turned into all sorts of drama when the lady taking my information checked the wrong box on the screen and it disqualified me from donating and wouldn’t let her fix it. They had to shut that computer down to keep it from updating the database on the server and had to take me over to another computer to re-enter everything. And on top of that she re-did my vitals even though she’d just checked them five minutes before and had a printout of the information I’d already given her. That made us run late for the other things Critter needed to do and we only just beat the school bus home to be there for D & B when they got off.

Friday I sent her a text saying I was going to town and if she still had shopping to do she could ride with, but she was already in town getting her hair done and said I could meet her there if I wanted so I did. I watched K for a bit while Critter was getting her hair done. We got a little excited when we thought K wanted to go potty (Critter’s trying to start potty training but K isn’t quite sure about all that yet) but when I got her there it turns out she had already gone potty several times and had a very heavy diaper, so I took her out to my truck and changed her after I got the diaper bag from Critter’s car. There’s more room in the truck to change her and I didn’t want to use the hood or trunk of Critter’s car to do it as some people are wont to do up here. I’m still pretty good at it too: with the exception of some baby powder overspray nothing got on my seat.

That’s all I’ve got for now. I’m going to finish cleaning out the TiVo and then go back to sleep so I can be rested tonight. We’ve lost two key people over the past two weeks and there’s no telling what kind of drama we’re going to have getting done.