Heavy box+ rushing to finish absurd amounts of over-flow from yesterday+ not moving hand fast enough=

Big flipping bruise on left palm.

In other news...when did Texas drivers start learning how to drive like they're on a New York highway during rush hour? And why does the little dumbs**t have to insist on riding my bumper for eleven miles?

I was really, honestly, sorely tempted to slam on my brakes and let the guy, who stayed a nice even foot behind me the whole time, crash into my rear end.

Unfortunately, knowing that even if he were wrong and had to pay for it, that there would still be consequences (no car, possible bodily damage, and, knowing my luck the idiot wouldn't be wearing a seat belt either, which means he/she would end up doing a header through the windshield and get killed/maimed/strewn across the pavement), I opted out on that decision.

It was bloody flipping tempting though.

Pissed off.

Twice.

Stayed up late to try and finally see what Full Metal Alchemist was about, especially since I haven't had any sort of new anime fix in about two years (mate is not particularly fond of it and I took advantage of her going to bed early to watch)...and it's not playing tonight.

RRrrrrrr....

Stayed up anyway to watch Gundam Seed, even though the original series gave me hives when I was younger. For once, I was slightly impressed by it...and then the frigging satellite box decided to have connectivity problems right at the Big Moment.

I. Want. A. Sledgehammer.

Right now. If not sooner.

Might not fix the (admittedly trashed anyway) box...but I'll feel better...

*snarls and crawls into bed*

All right...it must be a slow day...I'm sitting at my desk, contemplating the squishiness of my keyboards gel-form wristrest...

And actually getting the insane urge to stick it with a sharp object and see what oozes out...

I'm other way too bored, or have had way too much of something in my food...

But it is a nice wrist pad...

So...

...Squishy...!

That's right, folks. Be afraid.

You see, they let me have the day off.

They actually approved it off, complete with pay.

This is a miracle...not because my bosses are cruel, but rather because:

1) The rest of the crew is constantly taking days off, which leaves the vacation schedule a little hard to manage.

2) The only time I'm usually off is when there's no possibility of a truck, UPS/FedEX type van or other delivery vehicle showing up. That means I get weekends and federal holidays off. Unless I'm so sick I have to crawl to the toilet, I'm at work (and I only get sick about twice a year or so).

3) Both they and I dread when I'm not there. They dread it because no one really wants the controlled chaos and enforced exercise regimen that is my job anyway (not to mention the 5 or so unidentifiable packages that show up everyday because someone somewhere forgot to put the right info on the box and/or the packing slip), so most of them have only a rudimentary idea of what I do 'back there' anyway.

I of course dread it because I know things will be misplaced (necessitating a 'box hunt' throughout the hospital and its 6 off-site clinics that could rival any law enforcement group's search for a dead body), mis-keyed in the computer, forgotten, and so forth. And they never log the outgoing, which means in about a month I'll have a call from someone that goes along the lines of "I mailed 'x' out forty days ago and it never got to where it was going. Do you know what happened to it?".

Er...(flips through blameless and clean log pages for that day)...nope....I was gone--sleeping, enjoying my coffee, and goofing off....ask the other folks in here...they were here that day *eg*.

The good news is that they'll get a very graphic reminder of why they keep me around. Especially since Friday is A Busy Day, and one of the loads coming today is the IV fluids that didn't show yesterday for Pharmacy. Each box is roughly 48 pounds...and the order shows there are about...*thinks* 30 boxes on it this time around. And they have to take it to Pharmacy, offload from the pallet and into a certain corner. *eg*

Ah...job security....gotta love it....^^

My primary delivery is not here yet. The one that should have been here waiting for me when I got in.

But my dock is distressingly empty of supplies--I'm not tripping over four-plus pallets of towering death (and if you saw how the warehouse stacks these things, you'd understand what I mean).

So...no work either...

*growls*

Okay...who do I have to kill?

Bleh...been up since four, been at work since four-thirty. Good thing I have coffee...

The weather the past few days has been stunning, if a little wet. After roughly six years of drought, our part of the Lone Star State seems to finally have remembered that it's supposed to be swamp land and not
desert.

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