Overtime is the bestest
I work five days a week now. The only part that sucks is that my weekend starts Tuesday night and ends Thursday night. I'm going to be working this Halloween, and I just realized that I'll be the #1 driver at my store now. Caesar is predicted to be transferred to another store, or maybe fired like the rest. I doubt he'll be fired because he's an excellent worker for (S).com. So, it seems as if I'm the only full-timer at Geary & Webster, eh. So, as of the past 3-days, I've worked nearly 5-hours of overtime this week. Every friday, my body is so relaxed to work, yet lazy. By Sunday night, I'm in agony and miserable that work is doing whatever to me, eh. The craziest part is that Monday and Tuesday are the BIG days. That means having twelve to seventeen deliveries in less than five hours. Though, I was proud of myself last Friday because I achieved thirteen deliveries in 2-hours, but this is probably irrelevent to any of you.
Let me tell you, the information that I've learned for my major is slowly slipping away. I need to update and tutor myself on the simple education that I learned in IT. Like, the hexadecimal to binary ratio, and the equations on how to find resistor, current, and voltage. Which one is added in the series circuit that is the sum of reciprocal? Tell me, tell me please, eh. Anyone need to be tutored?
Note: Leaving Hayward the other morning, the water smelled like Hydrogen Peroxide, H2PO3, I think, eh.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Letting my sorrows sweat away
I should be used to working outside in the heat, since that's how it was in San Jose. But, don't you think it's a little odd having hot fall nights in the post season of October. Kids won't want to go Trick'r Treatin' if they're sweatin' their buns off in their costumes. Yeah right! Candy candy candy is what's on their minds. Anyway, unlike last Halloween, I'm scheduled to work that whole day. Especially, the first evening after daylight savings has sort of helped my deliveries. It wasn't as hot when I was doing my stuff because the sun was completely down by nearly five o'clock earlier. My sweat drowned my face, while the drops of liquid salt fell into my stinging eyes.
Talking to my friend, Edison, the other night and reminiscing on my days of Holy Name school, class of '93. Last Friday, he calls me up and asks me if I wanted to hangout. Little did I know was that our old friend, Kevin, was also chilling at the house. Let me take you back, this is Kevin who I hung out with and bonded with before Edison transferred to HN. I guess you can say Kevin was one of my bestfriends back in the day, but as time expanded, so did the distance. We went to different high school's and completely different colleges. My connection with Ed probably stayed because we went to the same college, and we were roommates our first year at SJSU. Unlike my high school era, I enjoyed some of the people at HN, like Kevin, Edison, James, Ariel, Simon, Joseph, Porsia, Michelle, Cheryl, Elizabeth, and so on. Mainly, I connected more with the Asian and Filipino crowd not knowing that nationality as a youth tends to keep groups of elementary students in their own little niches.
With this group, we had a small little get together back in my Sophomore year of college, in which both Edison and I didn't go to, leaving Kevin to kick it with Tuan. Someday, it'll happen once again, and I'll try to make it this time, mainly because I am back in San Francisco. Strange how things work for me.
I've managed to make strong friendships in San Jose, though, the people I hangout with now are the same people I kicked it with in eighth grade. Do things happen for a reason? My SJ homies have their area of the bay, and I am stuck in my rut. -sigh-
Friendship Games 2003 is over and everyone is on their way home, I think. I'm going to Aivy's house tonight to surprise her, even though she knows I'm going there. Oh well, I'm excited to see my bebeh. I hope she's excited to see me. Love you Bubu.
note: Sadness changes emotions as love engulfs all feelings of a hug. -hmm-
I should be used to working outside in the heat, since that's how it was in San Jose. But, don't you think it's a little odd having hot fall nights in the post season of October. Kids won't want to go Trick'r Treatin' if they're sweatin' their buns off in their costumes. Yeah right! Candy candy candy is what's on their minds. Anyway, unlike last Halloween, I'm scheduled to work that whole day. Especially, the first evening after daylight savings has sort of helped my deliveries. It wasn't as hot when I was doing my stuff because the sun was completely down by nearly five o'clock earlier. My sweat drowned my face, while the drops of liquid salt fell into my stinging eyes.
Talking to my friend, Edison, the other night and reminiscing on my days of Holy Name school, class of '93. Last Friday, he calls me up and asks me if I wanted to hangout. Little did I know was that our old friend, Kevin, was also chilling at the house. Let me take you back, this is Kevin who I hung out with and bonded with before Edison transferred to HN. I guess you can say Kevin was one of my bestfriends back in the day, but as time expanded, so did the distance. We went to different high school's and completely different colleges. My connection with Ed probably stayed because we went to the same college, and we were roommates our first year at SJSU. Unlike my high school era, I enjoyed some of the people at HN, like Kevin, Edison, James, Ariel, Simon, Joseph, Porsia, Michelle, Cheryl, Elizabeth, and so on. Mainly, I connected more with the Asian and Filipino crowd not knowing that nationality as a youth tends to keep groups of elementary students in their own little niches.
With this group, we had a small little get together back in my Sophomore year of college, in which both Edison and I didn't go to, leaving Kevin to kick it with Tuan. Someday, it'll happen once again, and I'll try to make it this time, mainly because I am back in San Francisco. Strange how things work for me.
I've managed to make strong friendships in San Jose, though, the people I hangout with now are the same people I kicked it with in eighth grade. Do things happen for a reason? My SJ homies have their area of the bay, and I am stuck in my rut. -sigh-
Friendship Games 2003 is over and everyone is on their way home, I think. I'm going to Aivy's house tonight to surprise her, even though she knows I'm going there. Oh well, I'm excited to see my bebeh. I hope she's excited to see me. Love you Bubu.
note: Sadness changes emotions as love engulfs all feelings of a hug. -hmm-
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Listening to 112 - Your Letter
What can I say, sometimes I amaze myself in the tribulations of growing up. Talking to a friend of mine, Gwen, online and I told her that it was my first time I'm not going to friendship games. I can never regret the many years I've been there to meet, enjoy, and complain the ways of this huge brown gathering. Although, this year, I must back down from such socializing and do what I must in my life as a college graduate, alumni, a pure adult. I must go to work.
Ehhh!? Unlike my entry a few days ago, being it almost ten days later, the sharks haven't won a second game yet.
To those going to friendship games this weekend, enjoy the time there, and never regret what happens. It is like Las Vegas, what ever happens in Vegas stays there. Nearly a year later, what had happened in Fullerton that last Saturday night has turned into nearly fourteen months of undeniable happiness, sadness, madness, and collective emotions. It's the bestest of the best.
So long past memories and welcome new memories. I can't entirely let go of what has happened in my past, but I'll cherish what left of it I have. My friends, my acquaintances, my education, my let-downs, my pick-me-ups, and definitely my sincere greatnesses.
Note: The competitiveness in the 'games' was not worth the stress. If school's want to cheat, let them cheat. If one wins on pure skill, they're worth my handshake.
What can I say, sometimes I amaze myself in the tribulations of growing up. Talking to a friend of mine, Gwen, online and I told her that it was my first time I'm not going to friendship games. I can never regret the many years I've been there to meet, enjoy, and complain the ways of this huge brown gathering. Although, this year, I must back down from such socializing and do what I must in my life as a college graduate, alumni, a pure adult. I must go to work.
Ehhh!? Unlike my entry a few days ago, being it almost ten days later, the sharks haven't won a second game yet.
To those going to friendship games this weekend, enjoy the time there, and never regret what happens. It is like Las Vegas, what ever happens in Vegas stays there. Nearly a year later, what had happened in Fullerton that last Saturday night has turned into nearly fourteen months of undeniable happiness, sadness, madness, and collective emotions. It's the bestest of the best.
So long past memories and welcome new memories. I can't entirely let go of what has happened in my past, but I'll cherish what left of it I have. My friends, my acquaintances, my education, my let-downs, my pick-me-ups, and definitely my sincere greatnesses.
Note: The competitiveness in the 'games' was not worth the stress. If school's want to cheat, let them cheat. If one wins on pure skill, they're worth my handshake.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Thoughts keep running through my cranium
Do nice guys really finish last? - I once was one of these individuals who continued to feel last in line in the kissing booth. Just imagine myself in Revenge of the Nerds, Part One, when the Alpha Betas had their booth in the Adams College Greek Carnival, I bought one ticket to kiss the girl, but one problem is that the better guy(s) keeps cutting the line. The nice guy doesn't even finish. The guy with the babyface, the guy with the nice car, the guy with the nice body continues to put himself first, second, and last even before you can even get in the line.
I say, don't get in the line. The mentality of the male race forces a downfall of emotions that continues to subdue their ability to find what is right in their life. Who knows what is right in their life? I don't know what is the correct way to live. I just live my life day by day. We have special characteristics that we enjoy as a hobby, fun, or boredom. Partaking in your daily doings, we never arrange what exactly what's going to happen in our life. The day turns our good, the day turns out bad, mainly because a simple incident that doesn't go your way. On the contrary, there is an occurrence that will lead positive upon positive situations to lead to temporary happiness. You can't believe in constant happiness (unless you are me, ha!, just playin').
When the San Jose Sharks lose, when Aivy is having a bad day, when I'm forced to rush, when money because a fatal issue, when things don't go as planned, when... These are some bad times that I must endure in my life to try and find the light that shines of happiness. We ALL have feelings that sets our emotions into a mixture that should not be ignored. The Sharks lose, maybe they'll win the next one. When Aivy is down, I am there to hug her and love her. When I'm rushing, I take a deep breath and tell myself that my normal pace is good enough. And so forth.
With 'Nice Guys Finishing Last' and knowing that happiness has its downsides, we make ourselves feel the way we do because that's the way we are. No one can change us, no one can make us feel differently, no one has the ability to enslave us in their revolving life. If all you nice guys want to enter that 'line', make a new one and take what you have to keep that line together.
Note: Does anyone understand what I was saying? I hope so.
Do nice guys really finish last? - I once was one of these individuals who continued to feel last in line in the kissing booth. Just imagine myself in Revenge of the Nerds, Part One, when the Alpha Betas had their booth in the Adams College Greek Carnival, I bought one ticket to kiss the girl, but one problem is that the better guy(s) keeps cutting the line. The nice guy doesn't even finish. The guy with the babyface, the guy with the nice car, the guy with the nice body continues to put himself first, second, and last even before you can even get in the line.
I say, don't get in the line. The mentality of the male race forces a downfall of emotions that continues to subdue their ability to find what is right in their life. Who knows what is right in their life? I don't know what is the correct way to live. I just live my life day by day. We have special characteristics that we enjoy as a hobby, fun, or boredom. Partaking in your daily doings, we never arrange what exactly what's going to happen in our life. The day turns our good, the day turns out bad, mainly because a simple incident that doesn't go your way. On the contrary, there is an occurrence that will lead positive upon positive situations to lead to temporary happiness. You can't believe in constant happiness (unless you are me, ha!, just playin').
When the San Jose Sharks lose, when Aivy is having a bad day, when I'm forced to rush, when money because a fatal issue, when things don't go as planned, when... These are some bad times that I must endure in my life to try and find the light that shines of happiness. We ALL have feelings that sets our emotions into a mixture that should not be ignored. The Sharks lose, maybe they'll win the next one. When Aivy is down, I am there to hug her and love her. When I'm rushing, I take a deep breath and tell myself that my normal pace is good enough. And so forth.
With 'Nice Guys Finishing Last' and knowing that happiness has its downsides, we make ourselves feel the way we do because that's the way we are. No one can change us, no one can make us feel differently, no one has the ability to enslave us in their revolving life. If all you nice guys want to enter that 'line', make a new one and take what you have to keep that line together.
Note: Does anyone understand what I was saying? I hope so.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Sitting back with relief, knowing the SJ Sharks have the ability to win a game
This weekend exhausted my body in ways that I thought never existed. My determination to rush while I work left my body in a physically, abnormal position. My back hardly hurts, but my knees are slowly become fragile. In just a simple word, I feel "ouch".
The San Jose Sharks won their first game of the season today.
"...there is an empitness inside of me that not even the numerous pounds of food i consume can fill." - anonymous
I can honestly say I've felt this feeling once before. [See previous entry -10/09/03] This emotion of solitude portrays our utter existence. We strive to be better, but in short notice, we discover that the prolonged attempts find us fading away from achieving such accomplishments. There have been times when my hand had reached out for a hand, success, a diploma, a love of my life. I made a promise to myself that nothing will stand in my path to achieve what I deserve. No one should settle for mediocre, average, or even above average. We deserve excellence. We demand what is longing to grasp in our hands. Most of the time, my support is worth taking, but sometimes, I want to push all of you to tackle those obstacles and catch your dreams. The season of warmth is beginning with depression and sadness. Soon, it will be Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. In just a couple of days, we will be celebrating the new year. Make promises to yourselves, keep your spirit alive, and never let anyone take you down.
Even now, there are times when I lay flat on my back in my bed, look straight up at the ceiling, breathe as if it was my last breaths. My thoughts continue to reflect on what I've done in this lifetime. My eyes rotate around the room, noticing that my path somehow collected memories and shouted out happiness. I hope one day this feeling will be yours.
note: The moon was very bright this weekend, did you notice its glimmer, its shine, its smile? I did
This weekend exhausted my body in ways that I thought never existed. My determination to rush while I work left my body in a physically, abnormal position. My back hardly hurts, but my knees are slowly become fragile. In just a simple word, I feel "ouch".
The San Jose Sharks won their first game of the season today.
"...there is an empitness inside of me that not even the numerous pounds of food i consume can fill." - anonymous
I can honestly say I've felt this feeling once before. [See previous entry -10/09/03] This emotion of solitude portrays our utter existence. We strive to be better, but in short notice, we discover that the prolonged attempts find us fading away from achieving such accomplishments. There have been times when my hand had reached out for a hand, success, a diploma, a love of my life. I made a promise to myself that nothing will stand in my path to achieve what I deserve. No one should settle for mediocre, average, or even above average. We deserve excellence. We demand what is longing to grasp in our hands. Most of the time, my support is worth taking, but sometimes, I want to push all of you to tackle those obstacles and catch your dreams. The season of warmth is beginning with depression and sadness. Soon, it will be Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. In just a couple of days, we will be celebrating the new year. Make promises to yourselves, keep your spirit alive, and never let anyone take you down.
Even now, there are times when I lay flat on my back in my bed, look straight up at the ceiling, breathe as if it was my last breaths. My thoughts continue to reflect on what I've done in this lifetime. My eyes rotate around the room, noticing that my path somehow collected memories and shouted out happiness. I hope one day this feeling will be yours.
note: The moon was very bright this weekend, did you notice its glimmer, its shine, its smile? I did
Thursday, October 09, 2003
10/06/2003 - Went to work. I actually went home early because I wasn't feeling to well. It was actually the first time I actually left anything because I was sick. I say, if you're sick, stick to what your priorities are. Most people stay home because they don't want to get anyone sick where they are. I also say, if you are able to go to school or work, don't worry about getting anyone sick. If you know how to keep your cold to yourself, it's the care of themselves that should matter. Don't you think. I'm not the one coughing without covering my mouth like some rude people. I wash my hands whenever I touch anything nowadays, AND I don't exchange a handshake or hug when I am sick.
10/07/2003 - Woke up next to Aivy and attempted to sleep in until a little past noon. Unfortunately, with my sleeping pattern I woke up before 9-am. Aivy's cousin's, Melissa, came over to kick it and get ready for work. Hey girl, if Aivy can care so much about you, then so will I. Since it's almost three days ago, I just remember that we finally got out of the house and went to TGIF's for Marco's birthday. Happy 21st Birthday, Marco!!!
10/08/2003 - Mistakenly, I went into work finding out that Caesar was there already. I was only supposed to take his October 1st Wednesday. My impression was that I was taking his Wednesday shift altogether. Oh well! Later that day, I got ready and I drove myself to Hayward. It has been awhile since I went and slept there. Aivy and I watched the Simpson's 1st Season episodes. We eventually fell asleep a little past midnight.
10/09/2003 - I find myself in a pickle. I like to see myself as patient and worth the time, and I sometimes need to be told that I am appreciated. There is a particular person that constantly gives me the pleasure and I thank you, my love. Everyone tends to need a little push toward gratification. Don't tell me that you can live your life without any acknowledgement. Maybe moving out of five roommate environment into my old home leads me into isolation. Also, my parental unit is out of town, so my only reach of company is Aivy. These past two weeks have been the best, just like the first 10-months that we've been together. I'm lonely. Not as lonely like I was nearly two or three January's ago. I decided to leave San Jose and stay in San Francisco for only one week. It left me disturbed and scared to be alone. My friends turned out to be home-bodies. There was no one. I broke down, even when I went back to San Jose. I wanted to just sleep until school started again. So, now, I tell anyone who has ever felt this, YOU AREN'T ALONE. Of course, if you're religiously affiliated, you have God. But, there is alwas someone out there in this world who has the same constant boredom as you do. And when there is no possible escape from isolation, take a look at yourself in the mirror, and realize that time spent with yourself, your mind, your ability to expand your life is limitless.
note: I am alone now. I worry for many that have made isolation impossible.
10/07/2003 - Woke up next to Aivy and attempted to sleep in until a little past noon. Unfortunately, with my sleeping pattern I woke up before 9-am. Aivy's cousin's, Melissa, came over to kick it and get ready for work. Hey girl, if Aivy can care so much about you, then so will I. Since it's almost three days ago, I just remember that we finally got out of the house and went to TGIF's for Marco's birthday. Happy 21st Birthday, Marco!!!
10/08/2003 - Mistakenly, I went into work finding out that Caesar was there already. I was only supposed to take his October 1st Wednesday. My impression was that I was taking his Wednesday shift altogether. Oh well! Later that day, I got ready and I drove myself to Hayward. It has been awhile since I went and slept there. Aivy and I watched the Simpson's 1st Season episodes. We eventually fell asleep a little past midnight.
10/09/2003 - I find myself in a pickle. I like to see myself as patient and worth the time, and I sometimes need to be told that I am appreciated. There is a particular person that constantly gives me the pleasure and I thank you, my love. Everyone tends to need a little push toward gratification. Don't tell me that you can live your life without any acknowledgement. Maybe moving out of five roommate environment into my old home leads me into isolation. Also, my parental unit is out of town, so my only reach of company is Aivy. These past two weeks have been the best, just like the first 10-months that we've been together. I'm lonely. Not as lonely like I was nearly two or three January's ago. I decided to leave San Jose and stay in San Francisco for only one week. It left me disturbed and scared to be alone. My friends turned out to be home-bodies. There was no one. I broke down, even when I went back to San Jose. I wanted to just sleep until school started again. So, now, I tell anyone who has ever felt this, YOU AREN'T ALONE. Of course, if you're religiously affiliated, you have God. But, there is alwas someone out there in this world who has the same constant boredom as you do. And when there is no possible escape from isolation, take a look at yourself in the mirror, and realize that time spent with yourself, your mind, your ability to expand your life is limitless.
note: I am alone now. I worry for many that have made isolation impossible.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Late, can't sleep, waiting patiently
Sad times come and go, happy times come and linger, anger lingers and tends to take a bothering stand upon the self image. You can't fight the feelings that one has, emotions just lead to related events. Scared to see what would happen if lacking the sacrifice that I can forgive myself in due time. Not knowing that small incidents can revolve a whole lifetime upside down. Wondering if the sacrifices, the push & shove, for another is all worth the time. Indeed it is!
Seeing the reflection of the blogger setup, I linger myself into a constant wonder that will lead me into profound and eternal happiness. Making my brain into a connection of words that is just jumbled thoughts that turn into nothingness. Grasping what I have left of my strength, I try to make sense. I TRY to make sense. I try to stay on my feet mainly because sometimes my hands, my arms do not want to pick me up. Sentences of words, paragraphs put into sentences, and bodies of thought meaning almost nothing because the only person that understands me is...me. I crumble inside, tormenting myself with outer possibilities that yearn for physical acceptance. I rest my soul down, waiting for mine to pick me up. Take me, lead me, I believe I can succeed. With my shoulders erect, and my head high, I shall exist, I shall forego the sounds of birds welcome the morning rise. I shall exist. I will exist. Existence is forever. Forever is mine.
note: loving couples stay because of sacrifice.
Sad times come and go, happy times come and linger, anger lingers and tends to take a bothering stand upon the self image. You can't fight the feelings that one has, emotions just lead to related events. Scared to see what would happen if lacking the sacrifice that I can forgive myself in due time. Not knowing that small incidents can revolve a whole lifetime upside down. Wondering if the sacrifices, the push & shove, for another is all worth the time. Indeed it is!
Seeing the reflection of the blogger setup, I linger myself into a constant wonder that will lead me into profound and eternal happiness. Making my brain into a connection of words that is just jumbled thoughts that turn into nothingness. Grasping what I have left of my strength, I try to make sense. I TRY to make sense. I try to stay on my feet mainly because sometimes my hands, my arms do not want to pick me up. Sentences of words, paragraphs put into sentences, and bodies of thought meaning almost nothing because the only person that understands me is...me. I crumble inside, tormenting myself with outer possibilities that yearn for physical acceptance. I rest my soul down, waiting for mine to pick me up. Take me, lead me, I believe I can succeed. With my shoulders erect, and my head high, I shall exist, I shall forego the sounds of birds welcome the morning rise. I shall exist. I will exist. Existence is forever. Forever is mine.
note: loving couples stay because of sacrifice.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Phew!
I believe today has got to be the worst day of work that I've had, besides the first few days that I was working almost ten-hour shifts. There is nothing wrong with working overtime, especially when you get paid even more. I'm looking forward to getting small loads of work today; because by statistics, Wednesday is supposely the slowest day of the week. With my luck, I'm most likely going to be given ten-plus deliveries. DAMN! I receive thirteen frickin' orders for the morning shift. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING! My first Wednesday shift, and I get bombarded with the unfortunate. The afternoon is worse, yet crazy. By far, Jeremy and I get stuck with sixteen orders, meaning, we may miss the first minutes of Smallville. (And I do, all 33 minutes of it) Anyway, I was given five of sixteen to deliver separate from Jeremy, and I finish all of them within an hour, which I can't believe myself because before I was pacing at one and a half per hour. (no need for thanks) I call up my co-worker and tell him that we can start working together because the next seven orders are a complete leg tearing, stair climbing, terrible terrible work for us to do alone. I just added more customers to my Hate list. Before there was the Steiner lady, now there's the SCOTT lady. She orders 25 or more jugs of water, 10 six packs of bottles of water, and to top it off, 1 roll of toilet paper. Eh! In other words, pick up five bricks and prepare for misery of four sets of stairs that destroy the humanity of us, your (S) Delivery Persons. With a total of seven-six stairs multiplied by four trips, up and down, that comes to six hundred and eight stairs for ONE PERSON! Not to mention one more trip because we really didn't feel like giving her frozen and chilled items, but no, she complained and we brought them over. Ok! Now comes the crazy part, I'm sitting passenger seat while Jeremy is driving. This guy comes inches away from the cars in front of him at a stop light, drives 55mph in a residential, and swerves around people trying to turn left or right. The best I can do is just sit back and enjoy the roller coaster ride. (that what it seemed like)
Ok now, I total of about 25 miles per day of driving on an average day of work. That includes driving up hills of Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Marina, Embarcadero, going down Columbus, Chinatown, Tenderloin, Pacific Heights, Coit Tower...
And now I'm home, resting my legs, my arms, my back, my neck, and my feet, awaiting for my Off-stage Princess to appear at my door step.
It's October, PILIPINO HERITAGE MONTH. Yeah whatever. We should celebrate our pride, heritage, and well-being everyday. Instead, it's American and Worldly lifestyle that we walk in. We are clones and robots that live in social and political garbage. Only America where a World Wrestler, an Action Moviestar, plus 134 other candidates will strive to become Governor of a multi-diverse state. Shoot! "Ronald Reagan, the Actor" (Back to the Future), has become the President of the United States. I'm voting. THREE No's and Bustamonte. I think this whole recall situation is BS. Davis could be doing something for this state than try to promote himself for the position that he was legally voted in for. It's not his fault he's in such a bad situation with the state, we're the one's that voted him in. I really don't know.
Note: Barrelmen go down...and we like it!
I believe today has got to be the worst day of work that I've had, besides the first few days that I was working almost ten-hour shifts. There is nothing wrong with working overtime, especially when you get paid even more. I'm looking forward to getting small loads of work today; because by statistics, Wednesday is supposely the slowest day of the week. With my luck, I'm most likely going to be given ten-plus deliveries. DAMN! I receive thirteen frickin' orders for the morning shift. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING! My first Wednesday shift, and I get bombarded with the unfortunate. The afternoon is worse, yet crazy. By far, Jeremy and I get stuck with sixteen orders, meaning, we may miss the first minutes of Smallville. (And I do, all 33 minutes of it) Anyway, I was given five of sixteen to deliver separate from Jeremy, and I finish all of them within an hour, which I can't believe myself because before I was pacing at one and a half per hour. (no need for thanks) I call up my co-worker and tell him that we can start working together because the next seven orders are a complete leg tearing, stair climbing, terrible terrible work for us to do alone. I just added more customers to my Hate list. Before there was the Steiner lady, now there's the SCOTT lady. She orders 25 or more jugs of water, 10 six packs of bottles of water, and to top it off, 1 roll of toilet paper. Eh! In other words, pick up five bricks and prepare for misery of four sets of stairs that destroy the humanity of us, your (S) Delivery Persons. With a total of seven-six stairs multiplied by four trips, up and down, that comes to six hundred and eight stairs for ONE PERSON! Not to mention one more trip because we really didn't feel like giving her frozen and chilled items, but no, she complained and we brought them over. Ok! Now comes the crazy part, I'm sitting passenger seat while Jeremy is driving. This guy comes inches away from the cars in front of him at a stop light, drives 55mph in a residential, and swerves around people trying to turn left or right. The best I can do is just sit back and enjoy the roller coaster ride. (that what it seemed like)
Ok now, I total of about 25 miles per day of driving on an average day of work. That includes driving up hills of Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Marina, Embarcadero, going down Columbus, Chinatown, Tenderloin, Pacific Heights, Coit Tower...
And now I'm home, resting my legs, my arms, my back, my neck, and my feet, awaiting for my Off-stage Princess to appear at my door step.
It's October, PILIPINO HERITAGE MONTH. Yeah whatever. We should celebrate our pride, heritage, and well-being everyday. Instead, it's American and Worldly lifestyle that we walk in. We are clones and robots that live in social and political garbage. Only America where a World Wrestler, an Action Moviestar, plus 134 other candidates will strive to become Governor of a multi-diverse state. Shoot! "Ronald Reagan, the Actor" (Back to the Future), has become the President of the United States. I'm voting. THREE No's and Bustamonte. I think this whole recall situation is BS. Davis could be doing something for this state than try to promote himself for the position that he was legally voted in for. It's not his fault he's in such a bad situation with the state, we're the one's that voted him in. I really don't know.
Note: Barrelmen go down...and we like it!