Somewhat back on back on track...somewhat...(it's LONG!)
So the whole free car thing didn't work out; turns out that it probably wouldn't have the trip down here. Tony replaced the brake and fuel line as he planned...but in doing so, the other brake lines, being as corroded as the Titanic's hull, all broke. And the master cylinder went out. So the car runs, but it doesn't stop. It is true, you DO get what you pay for...oh well. I'm just glad Tony was actually looking out for me. On the plus side, if all goes as we're planning, Gretchen should have her car back this Thursday. Let's hope so...I really don't like having to get up at 3:30 am on saturdays to ride my bike across town to Menards. Yesterday's ride wasn't as bad as last week; I didn't feel like I was sodomized by a bull elephant, but my butt still hurt a little...
Anyway, speaking of work, it more or less sucks out loud. I've worked some bullshit jobs in my life; actually, most of the jobs I've had (60+) were bullshit, but this one is pretty much at the top of the steaming heap. It's not hard, not at all. It is just so BORING!!! I sit in what is basically a semi-heated closet with 3 sliding glass doors and scan people into and out of the outside yard. Let me tell you, the people that come and go out of the yard are probably the dumbest out there. If you think about it, (and I do because I don't have much else to do) these hillbilly morons are BUILDING things for other people. Scary thought, isn't it? These morons can't follow the simplest directions like "turn at the end of the building" and they are building decks, garages, even houses for other people. Anyway, there are several reasons I get so psychotic about this job.
First, we aren't allowed a radio; hell, we aren't allowed to have ANY type of electronic devices of any kind in the guard shack. When I asked why this rule was in place, I couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone. Not even the head of Menard's security. (he came to visit a few days ago...total tool) All I got was the handbook quoted to me verbatim. I could understand if there was a legitimate reason, but there isn't one. At least no one can give me one.
Second, the people that come through the gates. I explained this previously, and don't feel like going further into it at this time.
Third, we are not allowed to leave the post...EVER. I have to call a manager if I feel the sudden urge to expel some urine or void my bowels. NO ONE else in the store has to get permission to piss; but we do; and trust me when I say the management takes it sweet ass time coming out to the shack.
Fourth, the hours. Yes, this is a full time job. Yes, I have 40+ hours every week. Yes, I have a set schedule. However, the way the hours are distributed, makes it virtually impossible to get a second job. I basically work 10 hour days, except on saturday and sunday. The majority of my shifts are 12:45 pm till about 10:30ish pm. Not having a vehicle of my own makes getting a second job almost impossible.
There are a few good things about this job; not many, but they're there. I AM allowed to read during downtime...and trust me, there is a LOT of downtime. I've also started to write again. Not that I ever really stopped, but I'm actually getting a lot more written down. Mostly poetry, (Thank you, Dr. Abella!) but I've noticed it's actually good. Not trying to inflate my ego or anything, but after reading my older stuff, then reading what I've recently put down, there is a vast improvement.
Oh well, I think I've bored everyone enough here...I'll be back here later this week. Peace out!
Anyway, speaking of work, it more or less sucks out loud. I've worked some bullshit jobs in my life; actually, most of the jobs I've had (60+) were bullshit, but this one is pretty much at the top of the steaming heap. It's not hard, not at all. It is just so BORING!!! I sit in what is basically a semi-heated closet with 3 sliding glass doors and scan people into and out of the outside yard. Let me tell you, the people that come and go out of the yard are probably the dumbest out there. If you think about it, (and I do because I don't have much else to do) these hillbilly morons are BUILDING things for other people. Scary thought, isn't it? These morons can't follow the simplest directions like "turn at the end of the building" and they are building decks, garages, even houses for other people. Anyway, there are several reasons I get so psychotic about this job.
First, we aren't allowed a radio; hell, we aren't allowed to have ANY type of electronic devices of any kind in the guard shack. When I asked why this rule was in place, I couldn't get a straight answer out of anyone. Not even the head of Menard's security. (he came to visit a few days ago...total tool) All I got was the handbook quoted to me verbatim. I could understand if there was a legitimate reason, but there isn't one. At least no one can give me one.
Second, the people that come through the gates. I explained this previously, and don't feel like going further into it at this time.
Third, we are not allowed to leave the post...EVER. I have to call a manager if I feel the sudden urge to expel some urine or void my bowels. NO ONE else in the store has to get permission to piss; but we do; and trust me when I say the management takes it sweet ass time coming out to the shack.
Fourth, the hours. Yes, this is a full time job. Yes, I have 40+ hours every week. Yes, I have a set schedule. However, the way the hours are distributed, makes it virtually impossible to get a second job. I basically work 10 hour days, except on saturday and sunday. The majority of my shifts are 12:45 pm till about 10:30ish pm. Not having a vehicle of my own makes getting a second job almost impossible.
There are a few good things about this job; not many, but they're there. I AM allowed to read during downtime...and trust me, there is a LOT of downtime. I've also started to write again. Not that I ever really stopped, but I'm actually getting a lot more written down. Mostly poetry, (Thank you, Dr. Abella!) but I've noticed it's actually good. Not trying to inflate my ego or anything, but after reading my older stuff, then reading what I've recently put down, there is a vast improvement.
Oh well, I think I've bored everyone enough here...I'll be back here later this week. Peace out!