There were lots of people today! It was such a relief. There was me, Sue, Kathy, Paul, Aaron, Jacob, Billy and a new guy- Michael (who happens to be Paul's son). We were able to work at a nice, steady pace and finished at seven. Had the backroom cleared by ten thirty and were sent on little assignments afterwards. Every day needs to be like this.

Also, the guy who was working with us for awhile there? I got to see him today back in the deli and he's the awesomest. He gave my four extra pieces of chicken and threw in some popcorn chicken as a side since everything else but the potato wedges had been removed for closing. It was num.

...And also the point where I realized that I actually have fifty more dollars than I thought I had. XD Whoo, cash!

I've been relaxing now for most of the night. Played the TMNT PC game some more- I've gotten all three shells on all of the challenge maps with the exception of the fourth. I have no idea why I can't beat it! Today I got my best time on it (!6.93 seconds) and it still didn't do it. >.< I is not happy with this.

Finally called it quits for the night there and went to work on a new one-shot idea I had. Got a whole page done! This is pleasing! Makes me feel a little more normal to be writing again, at least. ^_^

My job can't seem to decide whether or not it's really cool or really sucky. It remains very painful, however.

I forgot the whole 'Mondays are nothing but stress' thing. So sad that they suck as bad as they do, considering they're more like my Friday. I'd like to take it easy, but never can.

The schedule change is a Catch 22. Good, because with so many other people back here, there's more to pull. Bad, because we only get half, so we don't have as many to unload the truck.

Today it was Paul, Kathy, Jacob, Billy, and myself. Remodel left the back room a freaking mess, leaving all of the pallets on the floor instead of putting them back up in the steel. When we got in there, there was absolutely no room whatsoever to kill a pallet when it got full. We could barely move.

By lunch time, we were only about three fourths of the way in. I about wanted to die. Billy had to leave us at that point, too sick to work. At ten, wonder of wonders, nearly all of the stockers came back and started pulling their freight as we unloaded. They kind of took a lot of unfinished pallets, creating mass havoc, but I'm still grateful. Wish they'd be more understanding though. The majority were pissed. Later when I myself was finally able to pull stuff, I could overhear some talking. One about how management wanted them to speed up. Her response:

"How can they expect us to do our job when ICS never does theirs?"

Grargh. Another reason why I don't want to be a stocker. Too many of them are assholes. The women in Domestics and Softlines, especially. One threw a fit at me for there being so many pallets (WTF- I can't control how much comes!), and how we needed to put more closer to her. Seriously- we try to do that, but we have to leave room for the other pallets that have to come down that aisle. All of the empty spots she pointed out we used for furniture soon after. That woman drives me insane. The Softlines lady isn't quite as bad, though she's still horribly rude. Her problem is the break-packs. And noise. She unplugs the Rock Band game all the time and gets pissed off when we turn it back on.

Speaking of that- that was about the only fun I had today. Jacob joined me during out last break, and I was pleased to find I also did better than him. Though of course, we did play all the songs I know. Would likely have turned out differently had it been one I haven't tried yet.

Anyways- then it was back to work. My leg was killing me then too, for when the freaking frozen truck came, one of the pallets I was taking off was rather heavy and moving much faster than I'd have liked. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem as I can slow it down as I get to the ramp.

Only I forgot that really, there was no room anywhere. When I tried to raise the handle up to slow it down, I collided with a pallet full of candy behind me and squished my leg between in and the one I was pulling- which was, by the way, a lovely pallet of ice cream. >.<

Was so very painful, but I kept on working. Totally forgot about it until I was washing myself up in the shower when I got home. It got a WTF reaction from me. Don't think I've had one so deeply purple in a long time.

I've decided I'm in a foul enough mood to share my suffering with everyone here. So you get to look at my revolting feet and new bruise. Though honestly, as I've never seen anyone else's feet after they've been working, I wouldn't know if mine really is that bad. Honestly, it probably is tame, I bet. And hurts more than it looks, as feet so tend to do.

The bruise on my leg hurts about as badly as it looks, though. XD

The right foot:



The left foot:

 

The heels:



And my bruise:

 

Yeah. Glad for the day off.

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