BlueDaisy
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I tried, oh how I tried, to nap. But I'm out of my sandman pills (and I'm a major insomniac) so I just couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off, thinking about my upcoming move (see major announcement in sig line below). Of course, that's why I have to take sleeping pills to begin with...no matter how sleepy I get, my brain just doesn't shut down enough for me to sleep. My psychiatrist understands it; wish I did.
ANYway, I have to go to work in a few hours. I'll be sooo sleepy that I'll be a walking, zombie. By the time 6 AM rolls around and I get off work, if I'm still standing upright it will be a miracle. The only thing that will save me, if they help, is that I have ADD and take Adderall for it. I'm hoping it will at least keep my brain functioning enough for me to get my job done and drive home without crashing into anything or anyone. *sigh* And after getting home, I have to stay up to get my son up for school and drive him there (scary thought in the condition I'll be in). The job, at least, ain't rocket science. I do Returns at a grocery store (no, not a bagger anymore; it got to be too hard on my wrist)....I put stuff back on the shelves that has been returned and is still in good condition, or stuff that never makes it past the register.....people change their mind at the last minute, or don't have enough money for everything in their cart. And the managers and stockers find things during the day and night that people pick up then decide they don't want and just put it down anywhere. Actually, those items and the things that don't get beyond the checkout make up the bulk of the Returns I put away. Actual returned items are probably less than half, maybe more like a third of the Returns. The job is rote, and usually boring, but sometimes I get in a weird mood and play around, like getting on the intercom and talking to the overnight stockers. One night I got on and chastised them because after talking to them during my rounds I discovered that not one of them on duty that night had ever heard of Simon & Garfunkle. Granted, most of them were in their early to mid 20's, and 2 were from Mexico, but one was 30! The three who are my age were off that night. So I got on the intercom and chastised them for not knowing about those particular musical legends or having heard any of their songs (in a lighhearted way, of course). The next night the youngest of the stockers was back on duty (he's 19) and I asked him if he knew of S & G. I knew he would, because he is a musician himself; he did. So I got back on the intercom and "tsk, tsk, tsk'd" the others...the youngest amongst them was the only one who knew. I told them they had lucked out because I hadn't figured out how to play my Simon & Garfunkle "Greatest Hits" CD over the intercom. lol Sheesh...if my boss ever gets wind of my intercom fun, I'm in deep doo doo. I hope none of the stockers decides to rat me out.
Another night, I was on one aisle and one of the guys was on the next one over. I've had a sinus infection and allergies (this was before I went on my 2 week sick leave) and had the sniffles. Well, another of the stockers was sick that night; had thrown up a couple of times and such. The stocker on the other aisle thought the sick stocker was the one with the sniffles. I heard a loud voice from the next aisle, "Who's that sniffling bitch?" (funny that he used the word "bitch" if he thought it was the guy). I waited a second then said, loudly, "EXCUSE ME?! Sniffling WHAT?" I heard a very shocked and embarrassed "OH MY GOD, L! I am sooo sorry! I didn't know that was you! I thought it was Richard, since he's been sick tonight! Oh, god, I'm sooo sorry". By that time I'd walked around to the end of his aisle and was just standing there, arms crossed, foot tapping, staring at him. He came down the aisle to me, apologizing profusely. I could barely keep from busting out laughing. I just stood there like that listening to him falling all over himself trying to apologize and get out of that faux pax. I finally said, "Val, you owe me. You owe me big time. And I'm taking it out in bloood" and gave a kind of wicked grin. He just kept saying he was sorry, he thought I was Richard. I got a lot of mileage out of that. Every time he saw me for the next few days he apologized and of course then he had to explain to whomever was around why he was so fervently apologizing to me, and of course then he got harrassed about it by them. Yeah, there are some fun parts to my dull job.
And we all holler at each other from one end of the building to the other, which we couldn't do during store hours, of course. Also, my being the only female there for the majority of the night brings out the macho in these guys; they like to brag about how many boxes of product they shelve in such and such short period of time, etc.
I'll have to tell them when I get to work that I didn't get any sleep so they'll have to keep me entertained to help me stay awake. And it is going to be doubly hard because I've been off work for almost 2 weeks, because I've been ill. I went in to the store late last night after they were already stocking but the store hadn't closed yet; almost each one I saw was glad to see me, said they'd thought I'd quit. That made me feel good, to realize I'd been missed.
OK...I've rambled on and on about not much of anything for long enough now, but you "oldies" (as opposed to "you newbies") know that I don't know how to write a brief, concise post. Sorry. But, all ya gotta do is stop reading (kinda like turning the channel when a show comes on that you don't want to watch...lol).
Now to set the computer off my lap, get my butt up off the bed, get my uniform together, get a shower, see if I have enough energy to put makeup on (if not, the guys will just get a shock tonight; they've never seen me without makeup...lol), decide if it is worth expending the energy to fix something to eat or just wait and grab a bag of trailmix and a banana at work. Then I have to find my stuff that I just dropped when I came home so sick almost 2 weeks ago...nametag, belt, coffee mix (instant coffee and instant cappuccino), bag of gum, candy and trailmix bars (to munch on as I work when I don't have time to sit down and take my break and actually eat something). My MP3 player and headphones, cell phone, shoes, and other assorted junk I throw in my backpack just for the hell of it. Then if I have time, I'll lie back down and vegetate until time to leave. God I hope the regular night manager is off. She doesn't like me (a long story to which I will not subject you! lol) and the almost 2 hours until she leaves is stressful for me.
Ok...I really am going to shut up now.
Have a good one and send wakeful thoughts and vibes my way tonight! lol
ZZzzzzz.........
ANYway, I have to go to work in a few hours. I'll be sooo sleepy that I'll be a walking, zombie. By the time 6 AM rolls around and I get off work, if I'm still standing upright it will be a miracle. The only thing that will save me, if they help, is that I have ADD and take Adderall for it. I'm hoping it will at least keep my brain functioning enough for me to get my job done and drive home without crashing into anything or anyone. *sigh* And after getting home, I have to stay up to get my son up for school and drive him there (scary thought in the condition I'll be in). The job, at least, ain't rocket science. I do Returns at a grocery store (no, not a bagger anymore; it got to be too hard on my wrist)....I put stuff back on the shelves that has been returned and is still in good condition, or stuff that never makes it past the register.....people change their mind at the last minute, or don't have enough money for everything in their cart. And the managers and stockers find things during the day and night that people pick up then decide they don't want and just put it down anywhere. Actually, those items and the things that don't get beyond the checkout make up the bulk of the Returns I put away. Actual returned items are probably less than half, maybe more like a third of the Returns. The job is rote, and usually boring, but sometimes I get in a weird mood and play around, like getting on the intercom and talking to the overnight stockers. One night I got on and chastised them because after talking to them during my rounds I discovered that not one of them on duty that night had ever heard of Simon & Garfunkle. Granted, most of them were in their early to mid 20's, and 2 were from Mexico, but one was 30! The three who are my age were off that night. So I got on the intercom and chastised them for not knowing about those particular musical legends or having heard any of their songs (in a lighhearted way, of course). The next night the youngest of the stockers was back on duty (he's 19) and I asked him if he knew of S & G. I knew he would, because he is a musician himself; he did. So I got back on the intercom and "tsk, tsk, tsk'd" the others...the youngest amongst them was the only one who knew. I told them they had lucked out because I hadn't figured out how to play my Simon & Garfunkle "Greatest Hits" CD over the intercom. lol Sheesh...if my boss ever gets wind of my intercom fun, I'm in deep doo doo. I hope none of the stockers decides to rat me out.
Another night, I was on one aisle and one of the guys was on the next one over. I've had a sinus infection and allergies (this was before I went on my 2 week sick leave) and had the sniffles. Well, another of the stockers was sick that night; had thrown up a couple of times and such. The stocker on the other aisle thought the sick stocker was the one with the sniffles. I heard a loud voice from the next aisle, "Who's that sniffling bitch?" (funny that he used the word "bitch" if he thought it was the guy). I waited a second then said, loudly, "EXCUSE ME?! Sniffling WHAT?" I heard a very shocked and embarrassed "OH MY GOD, L! I am sooo sorry! I didn't know that was you! I thought it was Richard, since he's been sick tonight! Oh, god, I'm sooo sorry". By that time I'd walked around to the end of his aisle and was just standing there, arms crossed, foot tapping, staring at him. He came down the aisle to me, apologizing profusely. I could barely keep from busting out laughing. I just stood there like that listening to him falling all over himself trying to apologize and get out of that faux pax. I finally said, "Val, you owe me. You owe me big time. And I'm taking it out in bloood" and gave a kind of wicked grin. He just kept saying he was sorry, he thought I was Richard. I got a lot of mileage out of that. Every time he saw me for the next few days he apologized and of course then he had to explain to whomever was around why he was so fervently apologizing to me, and of course then he got harrassed about it by them. Yeah, there are some fun parts to my dull job.
And we all holler at each other from one end of the building to the other, which we couldn't do during store hours, of course. Also, my being the only female there for the majority of the night brings out the macho in these guys; they like to brag about how many boxes of product they shelve in such and such short period of time, etc.
I'll have to tell them when I get to work that I didn't get any sleep so they'll have to keep me entertained to help me stay awake. And it is going to be doubly hard because I've been off work for almost 2 weeks, because I've been ill. I went in to the store late last night after they were already stocking but the store hadn't closed yet; almost each one I saw was glad to see me, said they'd thought I'd quit. That made me feel good, to realize I'd been missed.
OK...I've rambled on and on about not much of anything for long enough now, but you "oldies" (as opposed to "you newbies") know that I don't know how to write a brief, concise post. Sorry. But, all ya gotta do is stop reading (kinda like turning the channel when a show comes on that you don't want to watch...lol).
Now to set the computer off my lap, get my butt up off the bed, get my uniform together, get a shower, see if I have enough energy to put makeup on (if not, the guys will just get a shock tonight; they've never seen me without makeup...lol), decide if it is worth expending the energy to fix something to eat or just wait and grab a bag of trailmix and a banana at work. Then I have to find my stuff that I just dropped when I came home so sick almost 2 weeks ago...nametag, belt, coffee mix (instant coffee and instant cappuccino), bag of gum, candy and trailmix bars (to munch on as I work when I don't have time to sit down and take my break and actually eat something). My MP3 player and headphones, cell phone, shoes, and other assorted junk I throw in my backpack just for the hell of it. Then if I have time, I'll lie back down and vegetate until time to leave. God I hope the regular night manager is off. She doesn't like me (a long story to which I will not subject you! lol) and the almost 2 hours until she leaves is stressful for me.
Ok...I really am going to shut up now.
Have a good one and send wakeful thoughts and vibes my way tonight! lol
ZZzzzzz.........
