This is the end

This is it.  This is my last blog.  I said from the start that I just don't get this whole concept.  And after 10 weeks and 10 blogs well I still don't get it.  After this the silly narcissistic blog goes away. 

Don't get me wrong.  As you all know I have no problem speaking up and letting my voice be heard.  But as we have learned in this very class nothing on the internet is private.  And the concept of a journal being open to the public still baffles me. 

I have some friends, very close friends, that blog.  And some of them about some extremely personal topics.  But they're writers and that's just what they do.  For them blogging is honing their tools.  I'm not a writer.  I have never claimed to be.  Hell, I will venture as far as saying that I hate writing more than I hate reading.  It is so very inefficient.  I can tell a person in 2 minutes what it would take me 10 to write and then take them another 3 or 4 minutes to read.  In my word that is a net loss of 11 minutes. 

Henry Rollins once said "No such thing as spare time, no such thing as free time, no such thing as down time. All you got is life time. Go" And I personally have way too much on my plate to spend time purging my soul on a silly blog.  For those of you that do I wish you well and bid you adieu.



One week in

So I have been at my new employer for a week.  And its... well, it kinda sucks.  My hands hurt like hell.  My feet hurt like hell.  My ankles hurt like hell.  I'm tired.

The area of the warehouse faces east.  So I get the sun on my side first.  That mean my side of the warehouse heats up first.  I also always have at least 4 truck bays open.  That means the A/C is pretty ineffective.  And to top it all off the only way I can have water in that area is if it is in a CVS provided water bottle that I have been asking for for a week now and have yet to receive.  So its hot, crazy dusty and its back breaking work.

But its a job and I'm getting an amazing 8 hour a day workout.  the average wooden pallet weighs about 40 pounds.  I pick up and stack about 120 per hour.  For 8 hours.  Yup, its a whole lot of fun.  But in the past week I have lost a little over 5 pounds and almost 7% body fat.  BTW 7% body fat for me works out to about 18 pounds so that means that somehow I gained a bunch of muscle.  :-)

All in all it is not worth the pay.  But I am trying to stay positive and look at the bright side.  Lets all hope that something else comes along soon.

Firsts

After almost 15 months of being unemployed I finally went back to work.  Its just a general labor job but its income while I continue looking for something else.  Savings was running out and this just rather presented itself before me So I would be silly not to have taken it. 

So, the job is rather mindless.  It's at the CVS distribution center.  And here's the run down.  Whenever an empty truck returns from the stores after delivering product it has empty pallets in it.  Well they take all these pallets and put them in an empty trailer.  When the trailer is full they drive it around the warehouse to where I am.  Then they unload them into one spot.  I simply grab a pallet from a stack and look at it.  I crate stacks of broken and good pallets.  Then they take those sorted pallets and put them in separate trailers.  The good ones are then distributed around the warehouse to be reused and the broken ones are sent off to be recycled. 

The job doesn't pay great but its not so bad.  Like I said it will be income until something else comes along.  And its enough that I can stop hemorrhaging through my savings.  But, what's even better is that in the time I have been sitting on my ass it got fatter.  My ass that is.  None of my office attire fits any longer.  So, this job has a dual purpose.  Not only will I make a few bucks but if I work this right it will be awesome exercise and I can get back into my other clothes. 

Anyhow, the long and short is after working for 20 years without a vacation I took 15 months off.  I think I earned it.  But, man, does it feel good to be back getting paid again.