Good morning, Blogger! You've been neglected.

Babble is awake. I moved the car and you still didn't notice I was gone. You must've been really tired. You are now telling me another one of your surreal dreams. By the way, we got another parking ticket. There was street cleaning between six and eight this morning. Phooey!

My work life is getting to the point where I'm ready to find a better job where the pay is four times as much as I make now. Ha! Well, lately, I've been training a bunch of drivers. Carlos, Claudio, Steve, and John have no knowledge of the San Francisco area. The streets are easy to find on a Thomas guide, but the one-ways are extremely high in San Francisco. I'm positive that any new drivers delivering to the financial district will start at 10am and finish about 5pm. The well-trained driver, like myself, could start the same route, at the same time, and finish three hours before them. My point is that our area manager, Sheryl, ruins my day because I'm finishing up my route early hoping that the others are done too. Unfortunately, I call their phones and find out they have 5 or 6 deliveries left. My supervisors don't get along, the drivers don't respect the supervisors, the store managers don't distribute enough hours to the shoppers leaving the drivers to "volunteer" to load our own trucks. In training, we're told the shoppers are to load our trucks in the mornings and while we're at lunch. I haven't clocked out for lunch in almost three weeks. Although, that doesn't stop me from having a lunch. The advantage toward the increase of "milked" hours is that my paycheck is just a little higher than the average.

Disadvantages exceed advantages.
(1) Limits the time I get to spend with my Babble.
(2) My body doesn't have enough time to recuperate for the next day.
(3) Dinner doesn't exist.
(4) Too tired to get anything done at the apartment.

Anyway

During the past few weeks, Babble and I have been trying to maximize the time spent with one another. We went to D&B's for Ted and Paulo's birthday. Fun stuff. The drive home with Babble was great though. I love you Badabbly bear. Can't wait to see what happens next.

note: Dear journal, I love bebeh.