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started at UPS today. shifts usually begin around 9, so i woke up at 6 to wait for pete (my supervisor) to call (around 7:30-8:00). I showered, cooked up a fine breakfast, and waited by the phone. from 8:00 to quarter of 9:15- nothin. i called 'em up and spoke with the secretary.
"Um... you say your shift starts at nine?"
"was supposed to start at nine, i dont understand what ha-
"..because its like... nine fifteeeen"
"yeah, i know that, can you just call pe-
"you should call your supervisor or somethiiiing"
...
*heavy, hardly controlled breaths of heaving rage*
"i dunno what you want me to do about thiss, but i'll connect you to pete anyway"
"alright, well thank y-
-CLIK-
hold music
"UPS, secretary, how may I help you?"
"um... tell pete steve called."
hung up.
turns out they were just busy as hell this morning. Pete finally came and took me to cortlandt manor where i met Drew, my driver, a very chill dude. we worked from 1 to 8:30. in a rattling, bouncing, workhorse of a truck. smoked cigarettes and quoted borat. and made fun of people's
-cars
-houses
-dogs
-kids
-faces
etc,
all. day. long.
I am beat to hell and sore and tired and happy and psyched.
i feel like one of the packages i delivered, the people who got it, and the kids who'll open it sometime this month all rolled into one being.
big borat grin:
Guhrr-AYTE SUCK-Seyhs
"Um... you say your shift starts at nine?"
"was supposed to start at nine, i dont understand what ha-
"..because its like... nine fifteeeen"
"yeah, i know that, can you just call pe-
"you should call your supervisor or somethiiiing"
...
*heavy, hardly controlled breaths of heaving rage*
"i dunno what you want me to do about thiss, but i'll connect you to pete anyway"
"alright, well thank y-
-CLIK-
hold music
"UPS, secretary, how may I help you?"
"um... tell pete steve called."
hung up.
turns out they were just busy as hell this morning. Pete finally came and took me to cortlandt manor where i met Drew, my driver, a very chill dude. we worked from 1 to 8:30. in a rattling, bouncing, workhorse of a truck. smoked cigarettes and quoted borat. and made fun of people's
-cars
-houses
-dogs
-kids
-faces
etc,
all. day. long.
I am beat to hell and sore and tired and happy and psyched.
i feel like one of the packages i delivered, the people who got it, and the kids who'll open it sometime this month all rolled into one being.
big borat grin:
Guhrr-AYTE SUCK-Seyhs