Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Another day, another grief, another smile, and another...

The customers that I deliver to make me want to grab the top of their head, pull their heads from their shoulders, grab my hockey stick and slap shot their head into the millions of (S) bags that they are given. That's only for about 10% of the customers that I attend my services too. Walking up stairs over and over again, taking freight elevators in the financial district of the west city that never sleeps, yet I've seen this city sleep for almost a week straight. Just like some say, I dread work most of the time that there isn't enough drivers to help or assist the rest of us since the supervisors keep firing the other useful, but dishonest workers. For any of you that need a job, apply to be a delivery driver for (S), we appreciate any type of your help. For the short of things, I'll be in San Jose this Friday for two people's twenty-first birthdays. Hopefully I don't get off of work during the hours that make me accumulate three hours of generic overtime. Did you know that it is very possible to earn more overtime hours than regular hours. It's extremely crazy. --shrugs--

note: When you work, make sure you love it. This saying is so worthless because nowadays, people need any type of job they can get. And when we find ourselves competing with high schoolers for retail, food, or other types of employment, we know that the system of America portrays that youth should not be taken for granted.