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Because I really do not want to work Monday in particular. Why, you ask?
Because Monday we are scheduled to get our first delivery of soil for lawn and garden. It's coming abnormally late this year, for reasons such as God hates me. I'm going to be all alone Monday morning because two other people have to work overnight (that's a story in itself) because we're scheduled to have the floors re-coated or something. This means the crew to re-coat the floors will show up two of the three nights they're supposed to be working, if we're lucky.
This is going to be one of the worst ordeals of my time at the swamp, if last year is any indication.
You may ask yourself, why is this so bad? I mean, the pallets of soil will just come in on a flatbed truck, and you'll just have to lift them off the truck with the forklift. Well, that makes too much sense, so we can't do it that way. Last year the soils came in on a regular box trailer, which was parked at our receiving dock so the soil had to go from the truck to the backroom to lawn and garden outside. The two toothless inbreds who brought the truck over stood around and informed the manager they wouldn't be helping unload it, because "we gets paid $150 an hour t'unload." The trailer was a decrepit, muddy mess in which no traction could be had. The pallets weighed so much sandbags had to be placed on the back of the forklift because the rear wheel was lifting off the ground. The pallets were stacked higher than the dock door, so the top two layers or so of each pallet had to be unstacked so the pallets could be driven off the truck. The bags of soil were all frozen together--at least we won't be having that problem this year.
And if the truck comes while I'm working, I will be unloading it. No ifs, ands, or buts. The receiving clerk will not do it, and since she's a beloved asshole nobody will make her do it.
So is it too much to ask to be laid up with a cold or a stomach bug for a couple days? *doe eyes*
Because Monday we are scheduled to get our first delivery of soil for lawn and garden. It's coming abnormally late this year, for reasons such as God hates me. I'm going to be all alone Monday morning because two other people have to work overnight (that's a story in itself) because we're scheduled to have the floors re-coated or something. This means the crew to re-coat the floors will show up two of the three nights they're supposed to be working, if we're lucky.
This is going to be one of the worst ordeals of my time at the swamp, if last year is any indication.
You may ask yourself, why is this so bad? I mean, the pallets of soil will just come in on a flatbed truck, and you'll just have to lift them off the truck with the forklift. Well, that makes too much sense, so we can't do it that way. Last year the soils came in on a regular box trailer, which was parked at our receiving dock so the soil had to go from the truck to the backroom to lawn and garden outside. The two toothless inbreds who brought the truck over stood around and informed the manager they wouldn't be helping unload it, because "we gets paid $150 an hour t'unload." The trailer was a decrepit, muddy mess in which no traction could be had. The pallets weighed so much sandbags had to be placed on the back of the forklift because the rear wheel was lifting off the ground. The pallets were stacked higher than the dock door, so the top two layers or so of each pallet had to be unstacked so the pallets could be driven off the truck. The bags of soil were all frozen together--at least we won't be having that problem this year.
And if the truck comes while I'm working, I will be unloading it. No ifs, ands, or buts. The receiving clerk will not do it, and since she's a beloved asshole nobody will make her do it.
So is it too much to ask to be laid up with a cold or a stomach bug for a couple days? *doe eyes*
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