Work Vent

Okay so this story starts with Monday. On Monday I get a call for loads going from Fort Lewis, WA to Tacoma, WA---12 miles. Easy. So the lovely woman at Fort Lewis, Alberta, she's a wretched bitter woman. I told her I may be able to get her three truck out of the five. She says, "maybe? Don't say maybe because if you say maybe and you don't follow through then I am going to write you up and you won't be able to move any more shipments for 90 days." "Okay.....well let me call my drivers to double check, call me back in ten minutes." So I scramble...everyone is a maybe, "give me a couple minutes and I'll get back to you." I finally get one guy as a definate who can only move one truck. She never calls back. Great.

So Yesterday she calls again, and I had called my drivers on Tuesday and asked if they would have any trucks available to move and they said probably 3 on Wednesday. So she calls while I am out and I had my phones forwarded to my boss's cell phone. He answers and immediately understands how charming she is. I write down her phone number, tell her I can get her three but I will have to double check with my drivers. So we finally get back to the office and I call my drivers and they can't move it. So I call her back and ask what time she wants to load and she says no later than 3:00. So I post the load on the trucking system and after 20 minutes I get a call for one guy to move his one truck, not three...just the one. But I get him set up, I call Alberta and tell her that I've got a guy who will probably load around 1:30/2. I get the address for delivery and I get back to my guys. Well 2 is really 5, and I am out by 4:30. I also did not have my cell phone with me to forward my phones...so I was just crossing my fingers that I would get back to work with messages saying when they delivered.

Today I come in...and I have messages. The first one is a hang up...the second is my driver saying that it is now 5:30 their time and they are at the delivery point and they can't get in. They are being told they need a booking code. Now when I spoke to lovely Alberta, she told me they don't need anything, they are good to go, she was going to put them down for moving that load, and all they needed to do was get to the Port and everyone will tell them what to do and where to go from there. The pick up with get them all set with what they need and addresses to deliver. Well.....I have no idea what is going on now...because it is 6am their time now and no one is picking up their phones. I have no idea whether they were even able to deliver. And Alberta wanted me to pick up two more loads at 6:30....but she won't answer her phone. Unfortunately this company were the ones willing to pick up the other two loads...if they didn't get screwed with having to wait for pick up or delivery...which they did. So I am truck less and I don't know what this means.

I really don't want to get written up for her issue becuase she never provided any further information to give to my drivers and they didn't want to move. I also never promised to move the other two loads for the next day but she will probably hold that against me anyway. Sigh. I'm going to try to fix this major fuck up now.

Silence

Do you ever have so much going on in your head that you are desperate to get out but you know there isn't a single thing you could say that you won't regret later? Because you know you're just frustrated and you want to vent but you only half mean everything you're upset about and even if you do mean it, you don't want to really admit to it. Yeah...my life is kinda like that.

Anniversary

Today is Carol and I's anniversary. Sort of. Carol and I first exchanged our vows 5 years ago today at midnight on a beach. We decided from then on that we would spend the rest of our lives together and get married again every year. On our fourth anniversary, we had our formal wedding with friends and family and the whole affair. Except that was on the 10th as opposed to the 8th because the 8th fell on a Thursday. So is it our paper anniversary or our wood anniversary? I think we have decided to continue celebrating our anniversary on the 8th. Why let a good tradition die?

You can afford $2,000,000.00, right?

Sigh. Work is poo.

Favorite Candies: reviewed.

So when I was a little girl my favorite candy was hands down: smarties. Granted Spree and Sweet Tarts were close, but smarties ruled. Then there was a period in high school where I fell in love with Swedish Fish...probably because the vending machine had Swedish Fish. Then in College it was gummy bears. I LOVED gummy bears. I went through a five pound bag of gummy bears in 2 days. Shortly after...I stopped liking gummy bears as much. My new favorite then became twizzlers. I love twizzlers. When I worked at the theater, we served twizzlers and gummy bears and sometimes I would question my choice...and then one day I was bagging gummy bears (fill a plastic cup with gummy bears and put them in a bag) and I noticed that all of my nail polish had dissolved...yes...dissolved. I was still content with my choice.

So yesterday I bought a pound of twizzlers. I like to shop by the pound with candy. Now generally the problems you face with twizzlers are that they are too hard when they get old. This batch....tastes like plastic. I know many of the reviews of twizzlers are that they always taste like plastic, but this is distinctly plastic. I even had one of my co-workers, who enjoys twizzlers, try one and she had to spit it out and chew gum to get the taste out of her mouth. So here are my theories: either it has gone very very bad, they did not put enough flavoring into the mix for this batch, or the twizzlers were still hot when they entered the plastic wrapper and absorbed the plastic taste.

Sincerely disturbing...I think I shall look to gummy worms...I like to eat them by color.

First night in a new place

Over this past weekend Carol and I decided to get out of the house and spend the weekend camping out in our new house. So on Friday, before anyone else came home, Carol had the car packed up with the essentials: sleeping bags, pillows, bag-o-clothes, tv, vcr, dvd player, playstation 2, super nintendo, all the games to go with each, two cases of dvds, box of food we've had sitting around since the last apartment, and her guitar hero guitar.
We drove down to Staunton first and met up with a couple of Carol's friends for dinner and then went back to Michael's place (he was at new years). We played pool and then I went to bed. They stayed up until around 7:30a. I woke up at 4:30a because my dream was starting to play out their conversation......and it was a weird conversation. So I woke up and hung out with them for an hour and then went back to bed.

So Saturday...finally...after Carol woke up at 3, we decided to go to our storage unit, pull out some stuff, and unload it in the house. We, again, grabbed only the necessities: couch cushions, pillows, and two...yes TWO boxes of Magic the Gathering cards.

But we spent the night all cozy in our new house. We bought KFC and ate that for dinner while watching movies and periodically getting up to walk around the house and explore...in the dark. We have our electric hooked up (of course so we could watch movies), but there was something about standing in the doorway in the darkness, picturing what the room would look like...dancing together throughout the rooms. Sitting on the floor of our bedroom talking..."what is something you've never told me?" "I put your hand cuffs on the bookshelf at the last apartment. I didn't hide them, you just didn't look for them."

It was so much fun. It felt....like home. It felt like our old home. And somehow if we sat there long enough all of our stuff woudl just appear. We stayed there all day sunday until it was dark again...walking around and seeing how the light changed in every room. Trying to remember where the light switches are in every room....because they are dreadfully inconvenient. Figuring out where to put the litter boxes and the cat dish...where does the microwave go, which cabinet is for plates and which is for cups. And it seems like it almost didn't happen.

This post is for Kate

After Erika's post yesterday on the General (which just so happened to start playing while I am writing this), I decided I needed to listen to the first Kate mix I came across in my car this morning. What luck! I had Kate's Greatest Hits Mega Mix discs 1-3. And I am indeed playing them in order. I was only able to get through the first 4 songs in the car so I was obliged to bring the CDs in the office and listen to them while I work and resist the urge to rock out. It really is amazing that you can actually see Lawyers Rd when you listen to these songs...dark wet winding roads early in the morning speeding and smiling. Dur Dur Etre Bebe? Okay. I can go with it. While not part of the triad, I always enjoyed being included in the mass hand outs of mixes for Winter Break, Valentines Day, Prom, etc. This has upped my day to "super" status. Thank you Kate. You Rock.