No. More. Food!
I just... cannot believe last night. My fucking god, it was insane. And tonight will be just more of the same, I know it. There was such an insane, ungodly, obscene amount of food backstock off of last night's double truck, it was ludicrous. Seven pallets. I'll say that again... seven pallets. The HBA stockroom is already so crammed full of food, and there's more to come tonight and tomorrow night. I may have to systematically start filling all the four-foot sections and moving on, then throwing the rest up to the top shelves (like where most of it went last night).
Last night was a long one. I don't know what it is, but it's so much harder to stay 12 hours when it means 10AM than when it means 8AM. Maybe it's the extra two hours of dayside bullshit walkie chatter? Maybe it's that I solo unloaded a 1680 last night, and my body felt ready to fall apart by 8?
Either way, it's enough to have me reciting the Litany Against Fear on my way into work tonight...
Last night was a long one. I don't know what it is, but it's so much harder to stay 12 hours when it means 10AM than when it means 8AM. Maybe it's the extra two hours of dayside bullshit walkie chatter? Maybe it's that I solo unloaded a 1680 last night, and my body felt ready to fall apart by 8?
Either way, it's enough to have me reciting the Litany Against Fear on my way into work tonight...