Berck’s dad arrived last night. We had Berck’s pot roast and my bread and pie. I tried a new recipe that turned out really well. Berck complains whenever I make a dessert that isn’t chocolate, and he loves meringue, so I found a chocolate meringue pie recipe. It’s a keeper. Berck and his dad left this morning. They’re driving to Phoenix to pick up a U-Haul trailer, then picking up Jim’s stuff in California, and then driving it to Nashville. It was $200 to trailer from Phoenix to Nashville, as opposed to $800 from California to Nashville. I guess everyone…
At morning break today… Greg, whose first language is Spanish, was browsing one of the food vending machines in the breakroom. It’s a pretty big machine, almost half automat, with buttons that let you spin the whole interior rack around to view the paltry samples of out-of-date $3 sandwiches, little cartons of milk, or cans of cran-grape juice. Lawrence, who is about 6 foot, 115 pound and smokes like a chimney, strode in hungry and nicotine-starved. It’s people like Lawrence who make me think about getting into vending. He eats one item out of the vendomat at morning break, two…
Berck is in Delaware for the next two nights. It’s cold in the apartment without him. I turned on the heat for the first time. It’s supposed to get in the 20’s tonight. It was that cold when I took Berck to the airport on the way to work this morning. We worked till 5. I pulled product from the time the pullers arrived an hour after we did to quitting time. I’ve been pulling for the last two weeks straight. I don’t mind. In-checkers aren’t evaluated on their times weekly like the pullers are. So instead of choosing runs…
I had to work today, which stinks, it being Sunday and all. But they have us work Sunday so we don’t have to work on Friday. We get Thursday off, of course. So everyone, pullers and in-checkers, pulled for all the stores that usually go out on Mondays. The warehouse office ladies (a limbic position–not quite corporate but not quite warehouse employees) checked stuff in and then stocked it (I guess product that came in Thursday). We’re scheduled to work till four-thirty Monday and Tuesday, then get off at 3:30 on Wednesday. We better…our flight is at 5:40 p.m. The…
There’s a sign on the washroom door at work that says, “EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS BEFORE RETURNING TO WORK,” the sort of placard restaurants are required to put up. I’m not sure why we have to wash our hands. I mean, sure, it’s a good idea and all. But we don’t deal with food, and two minutes back out in the warehouse gets anyone’s hands visibly covered in dirt and dust again. Just this week appeared above this sign a laminated computer graphicked sheet of paper that has these words imposed over the picture of a house. Your not in…