Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I Bit Off More Than I Could Chew
Yesterday I started a job and today I finished it. I'm not proud of it because it just didn't come together right and I was pretty sure I'd be done with this thing in 1 day not 2. I had many set backs and most were not my fault. Planogram wasn't detailed enough, parts were numbered incorrectly, I was shorted parts...you name it, what ever could go wrong, did go wrong. On top of that, my hands and arms look like I got into a game of "slap hands" with Edward Scissorhands. I will say this, the manager I had to work with was great, if it weren't for him, I would have set this bitch on fire:
RARE is the occasion that you get a member of management that is cool, I'm glad I lucked out at this store. I'm tellin' ya, I had matches and highly flammable liquids nearby...I'm just sayin'. I wish I had an easier job like trying to take away a molecule from plastic to make it margarine or something.
I decided to punish myself further by walking 8 miles after I got home and ate something. I'm cut, sore, banged up and I'm so tired that I can't even sleep. I'm also feeling bloated and unattractive right now.
EDIT:Speaking of biting off more than you can chew: