Bad-luck-a-palooza!
Well well, it has been a while since I posted. *sweeps away some dust*
So, recent event have prompted me to post a bit of a rant here.
First off, I applied for a new job in the company I work at. Still waiting to here back on that.
Last Monday my boss on 2nd shift, Peggy, broke her wrist. And on top of it, the heads of the company wanted to try getting us to work 4 10-hour shifts a week instead of working to usualy 5 8 hour shifts.
With Peggy out, I run second shift as far as over-seeing temps and dealing with paperwork.
Wednesday rolls around and I'm getting the hang of it when I get a car key in my tire. Can't drive like that and, working 4pm-2am, I decided to run by Firestone and get the tire patched before work.
Flat tires happen. No big deal, right?
Thursday I go in to work and there's padding to do (tear pads don't just glue themselves. They are cut into strips, usually about 5-8/strip, and then stacked up and a padding compound (akin to glue) is painted on them then they are cut down and sent back to the cutting area to be cut into individual pads). So I stack up a bunch of strips to about my height and just as I put the last weight on top the stack buckled and collapsed around my shins. So I had to dig myself out lest they fall all over the floor.
Well, shit happens. Learned my lesson.
Sunday. Ahhhhh such plans I had for Sunday! I was going to take a shower, use a foot scrub dealy on my feet, do the dishes, play with the wireless router and get it fixed up and running right, finish cleaning my room, and actually do my nails! Might have even painted them too.
Might have.
So I took my shower and did my feet. Put on my PJ pants and a simple tank top and set about doing dishes. Got a number of pots done and out of the way and picked up a glass with intentions of loading the dishwasher. I squirted a little soap in it, got the water running, wet the sponge, put my hand in the glass and started to clean it.
And then I was rushing to grab a paper towel and kicking Amanda's door down. Turns out that if you leave dirty dishes alone too long, they fight back.
Six stitches in my right on my pinky and a tetanus shot in my right arm. It still hurts.
Ironically, this gets my out of dish duty until the stitches come out. L. O. L.
Or I would be. Except yesterday I come home from taking Micheal (Amanda's bf) to work and someone pulls out of a parking spot. Now ot me it seems like they weren't looking where they were pulling out, but I stopped and was like "Eh, whatever." And then I notice the person I'm slightly in front of with their reverse light on. And then they started to back out.
I wasn't hidden. There was absolutely nothing to block their line of sight. If my hand wasn't still sore from Sunday I would have been able to react a bit more quickly and throw my car into reverse. AND I was laying on my horn.
No. They backed right into me. Nice new dent on my car right behind my passenger side headlight.
And it turns out there were three friend's all together just trying to go to a concert. Big whoop. They're lucky it was just a dent. I have her information. Contemplating using it.
I swear none of them looked behind them when they backed out.
But what can you do?
I still would like to believe I have a shot at the new job, but I can't bring myself to get my hopes up anymore.
We'll see.
So, recent event have prompted me to post a bit of a rant here.
First off, I applied for a new job in the company I work at. Still waiting to here back on that.
Last Monday my boss on 2nd shift, Peggy, broke her wrist. And on top of it, the heads of the company wanted to try getting us to work 4 10-hour shifts a week instead of working to usualy 5 8 hour shifts.
With Peggy out, I run second shift as far as over-seeing temps and dealing with paperwork.
Wednesday rolls around and I'm getting the hang of it when I get a car key in my tire. Can't drive like that and, working 4pm-2am, I decided to run by Firestone and get the tire patched before work.
Flat tires happen. No big deal, right?
Thursday I go in to work and there's padding to do (tear pads don't just glue themselves. They are cut into strips, usually about 5-8/strip, and then stacked up and a padding compound (akin to glue) is painted on them then they are cut down and sent back to the cutting area to be cut into individual pads). So I stack up a bunch of strips to about my height and just as I put the last weight on top the stack buckled and collapsed around my shins. So I had to dig myself out lest they fall all over the floor.
Well, shit happens. Learned my lesson.
Sunday. Ahhhhh such plans I had for Sunday! I was going to take a shower, use a foot scrub dealy on my feet, do the dishes, play with the wireless router and get it fixed up and running right, finish cleaning my room, and actually do my nails! Might have even painted them too.
Might have.
So I took my shower and did my feet. Put on my PJ pants and a simple tank top and set about doing dishes. Got a number of pots done and out of the way and picked up a glass with intentions of loading the dishwasher. I squirted a little soap in it, got the water running, wet the sponge, put my hand in the glass and started to clean it.
And then I was rushing to grab a paper towel and kicking Amanda's door down. Turns out that if you leave dirty dishes alone too long, they fight back.
Six stitches in my right on my pinky and a tetanus shot in my right arm. It still hurts.
Ironically, this gets my out of dish duty until the stitches come out. L. O. L.
Or I would be. Except yesterday I come home from taking Micheal (Amanda's bf) to work and someone pulls out of a parking spot. Now ot me it seems like they weren't looking where they were pulling out, but I stopped and was like "Eh, whatever." And then I notice the person I'm slightly in front of with their reverse light on. And then they started to back out.
I wasn't hidden. There was absolutely nothing to block their line of sight. If my hand wasn't still sore from Sunday I would have been able to react a bit more quickly and throw my car into reverse. AND I was laying on my horn.
No. They backed right into me. Nice new dent on my car right behind my passenger side headlight.
And it turns out there were three friend's all together just trying to go to a concert. Big whoop. They're lucky it was just a dent. I have her information. Contemplating using it.
I swear none of them looked behind them when they backed out.
But what can you do?
I still would like to believe I have a shot at the new job, but I can't bring myself to get my hopes up anymore.
We'll see.