Caesar Tocar, your book will come
Well, things aren't really good or bad, just middle ground.. so I guess I can't complain too much. I know things will get... uneasy in a few days, but you can't let that stop your momentum.
Work was alright, at least somewhat busy for a Sunday. I took an order for a delivery to be met at the old wal-mart in Benton (a big no-no for Pizza Hut safety regulations, but I figure in W.C.S. I either bring back all the money I'm supposed to or don't come back at all... kinda ambivilant on the subject). Well, I get there and wait 20 mintues, then call work and tell them I'm coming back because there was no answer at the door or phone. By the time I get back, she's there and mentioned that she was supposed to pick it up at the drop-off point. Luckily for me, I've been an upstanding worker and haven't pulled this before, so I'm not even asked about it. When the higher-up walks off, she apologizes for getting me in trouble and being late; neighbor problems apparently. I tell her not ot worry because I wasn't even asked about it. She smiles a bit and tells me if it comes up she'll say she lied and is a schizoid...~smiles~ Well, that's true Customer-Mania if you ask me.
Anyway, the night goes on, and at about 9 I get another delivery that becomes a problem. I take it out to the jeep and look up the address.... not on the map. So I call... not the right number. So I'm on my way to the best street-finder we have, and a server stops me and gives me directions. I'm still not sure if she actually gave me the right ones and I was confused by her lack of road knowledge (not that I had any before I started delivering) and I head out. 10 minute drive in, still can't find it. So I call back and get directions from the most reliable source. WHen I get to the road, the mailboxes are all at the beginning or the road and the houses have no numbers. So, I;m taking my best guesses and jumping back and forth between houses that have porch lights on. I really only stopped at 2. The first one pointed out where I needed to go, and before I got to the car the beloved customer was bellowing to me their location. I get there and get a lukewarm recption, exchange goods and services, and head back to the car. Before I get in, the alpha male busts out of the door, whistling and snapping his fingers at me (as non-sensical as it sounds, you have no idea of the effect of these simple gestures until they hit you). He takes the check briskly and tells me my boss said he was supposed to keep the check. He then turns and walks off. I called, verified the ass's claim, and return. The first thing I hear when I come in, "That guy was a fucking asshole!" Validation recived and appreciated. I think somehow I bruised the second knuckle down on my thumb.
I'm kind of looking forward to Beltaine at Colson's Hollow this year. One, I have money to spend. Two, it's a new moon, so I know I'll actually get rest at night, being more in my element. Three, there is a ritual or two and a spaghetti supper, AND THAT'S IT! No hurried plans, no rushed classes, just a simple ritual surrounded by people getting to know each other and actually being able to relax. The last I'd heard the site had around 1200 hits by people who said they were coming. Now, I know hits and misses are rampant, and you can't believe everyone will show, but judging by previous years' rsponses, I'm kinda guessing at maybe 200 people showing up, which is about the biggest it's ever been
I'm also excited about how much weight I've lost. Maybe not weight, as I haven't gotten around to using a scale, but definatly fat. I'm able to wear a pair of shorts I got in Texas without it cinching in my stomach, which hasn't been possible for about 6 years.
I guess, all in all, I wish I had more things and people in my life, but I'm glad for what little I have... at least until I grow my wings and get the hell out of here.
Work was alright, at least somewhat busy for a Sunday. I took an order for a delivery to be met at the old wal-mart in Benton (a big no-no for Pizza Hut safety regulations, but I figure in W.C.S. I either bring back all the money I'm supposed to or don't come back at all... kinda ambivilant on the subject). Well, I get there and wait 20 mintues, then call work and tell them I'm coming back because there was no answer at the door or phone. By the time I get back, she's there and mentioned that she was supposed to pick it up at the drop-off point. Luckily for me, I've been an upstanding worker and haven't pulled this before, so I'm not even asked about it. When the higher-up walks off, she apologizes for getting me in trouble and being late; neighbor problems apparently. I tell her not ot worry because I wasn't even asked about it. She smiles a bit and tells me if it comes up she'll say she lied and is a schizoid...~smiles~ Well, that's true Customer-Mania if you ask me.
Anyway, the night goes on, and at about 9 I get another delivery that becomes a problem. I take it out to the jeep and look up the address.... not on the map. So I call... not the right number. So I'm on my way to the best street-finder we have, and a server stops me and gives me directions. I'm still not sure if she actually gave me the right ones and I was confused by her lack of road knowledge (not that I had any before I started delivering) and I head out. 10 minute drive in, still can't find it. So I call back and get directions from the most reliable source. WHen I get to the road, the mailboxes are all at the beginning or the road and the houses have no numbers. So, I;m taking my best guesses and jumping back and forth between houses that have porch lights on. I really only stopped at 2. The first one pointed out where I needed to go, and before I got to the car the beloved customer was bellowing to me their location. I get there and get a lukewarm recption, exchange goods and services, and head back to the car. Before I get in, the alpha male busts out of the door, whistling and snapping his fingers at me (as non-sensical as it sounds, you have no idea of the effect of these simple gestures until they hit you). He takes the check briskly and tells me my boss said he was supposed to keep the check. He then turns and walks off. I called, verified the ass's claim, and return. The first thing I hear when I come in, "That guy was a fucking asshole!" Validation recived and appreciated. I think somehow I bruised the second knuckle down on my thumb.
I'm kind of looking forward to Beltaine at Colson's Hollow this year. One, I have money to spend. Two, it's a new moon, so I know I'll actually get rest at night, being more in my element. Three, there is a ritual or two and a spaghetti supper, AND THAT'S IT! No hurried plans, no rushed classes, just a simple ritual surrounded by people getting to know each other and actually being able to relax. The last I'd heard the site had around 1200 hits by people who said they were coming. Now, I know hits and misses are rampant, and you can't believe everyone will show, but judging by previous years' rsponses, I'm kinda guessing at maybe 200 people showing up, which is about the biggest it's ever been
I'm also excited about how much weight I've lost. Maybe not weight, as I haven't gotten around to using a scale, but definatly fat. I'm able to wear a pair of shorts I got in Texas without it cinching in my stomach, which hasn't been possible for about 6 years.
I guess, all in all, I wish I had more things and people in my life, but I'm glad for what little I have... at least until I grow my wings and get the hell out of here.