A Better Night- They Haven't Thrown Me In The Deep End Yet

My trainer tonight let me do everything, he has a different way that my previous trainer doesn't approve of, but his rationale made sense to me- why send out partially loaded trucks?

I do have one thing from the old job that I miss, from dealing with the public: those occasions when a BBW would come in sporting spectacular cleavage.  The last day I was there, this happened, and she had some ink that might have meant she was family, but I don't know if you can go by that really.  And she was probably half my age.  But it was nice to look at and think about putting my face there as I drift off to sleep at night...

I've gotten family vibes from several men I work with now but none from any women.  Everyone has been friendly and welcoming so far.  I have to work my day off tomorrow and that dang energy shot I had at lunch around 8 pm is still keeping me awake and it's almost 3 am now.  I should have been asleep an hour ago.

Changing Jobs After 50

I've had two days on my new job.  I went from being the smartest person in the building to the dumbest. This job has physical aspects, some trailer doors are bitches to open or close.  There are major safety aspects- a lapse in attention can get myself and someone else hurt or killed and I can get fired.

There hasn't been any book training, mostly I have watched her and then she watches me and corrects me when I mess up, which seems to be every time.  Once I think I know what's going on, some exception pops up- a detail gets changed and I'm lost again.  She assures me it will become second nature to me but all too often she is doing the work because when the time comes it has to be done NOW.  There are long periods of down time on the nights I have worked so far, and then up to three trucks can be ready to go at once.

I get home after midnight, and I'm tired, so it's a light snack an off to bed.  Without the after-work drinks, I can sleep through the night easily.  So there you go- alcohol, even just one drink- can disturb your sleep.  And I'm going to need rest to recover, my upper body is getting quite a workout- I will not be trying to do P90X any time soon.

At my new place they still do the vacation picks in March.  They were shocked to hear we could only pick three weeks total.  They said I'd still get mine that is already approved but I needed to bring in my signed slips.  Then I remembered I'd left them on my desk.  I pictured my boss, sweeping his arm over my desk, putting everything into the trash.  He's been doing that sort of thing, he cleaned out a file cabinet full of forms we still use and put them in the trash.  I ran over to work after breakfast and to my relief my folder was still there.  I grabbed it and left.  So I'll get a little Mustang time in April if the weather is nice and I'll get my track weekend in July unless something else hoses that again.  And if they aren't stingy with annual leave in this place, maybe I can get other track weekends in.

I am supposed to be able to use a bicycle in my job, so I can get to the dock doors quickly.  The procedure for getting a bike is murky- "Just take one with an empty basket.  Except that one by the break room, so-and-so is in there, so it's probably his bike.  Another time a guy took my bike and I had to yell at him, only our kind is supposed to use the bikes."

Great, I have no way of knowing if a bike is in use or if someone is using it is supposed to be using it.  But I'll probably get to yell at someone soon, I guess there are a few people around who like to try you.

So my immediate goal is to not do anything that can get me fired.  And be tough.

How Do I get one of those adult warning things?

There don't seem to be any Butch-Femme BDSM blogs so maybe it is up to me to start one.  Unless I just haven't looked hard enough.

I'll look some more.

Why Can't I Sleep?

Well, I am doing everything wrong as far as sleep hygiene is concerned.  I sleep on the couch in front of the TV too much.  It is aggravating how easy it seems to be to fall asleep during a very interesting, engaging show.  It only took me five or six tries to get through Bitten.  Then I was wide awake for The Boys Next Door.  It had this low budget look at first and then I said "Hey, isn't that Charlie Sheen?"  It sure enough was.  So now it's almost four in the morning and I still don't feel like sleeping so it's lucky it's my day off.  I need to get back into a routine where I wind down with some reading instead of conking out in front of the TV.

I got good news at work.  My last week there won't be so hellish, they are putting someone with me in the afternoon.  Low Man wanted to get breakfast pizza for her last day today and I offered to help pay for it, so she'll probably be calling to tell me how much it is.  Then I'll have to get up and get out to get that to her.  We heard that the guy who got to the new place before us loves it there.  I am looking forward to it.

Oh, Yes, Let Me See It! Except for that...

There ought to be some setting in a browser that I can bypass these "yes I am an adult- no I must leave right now" pages prior to viewing blogs or sites containing adult content.  Although there was that one time when I clicked on a link to a video at FetLife, thinking it was probably going to be about spanking and it wasn't.  And I couldn't turn it off fast enough.

Yeah, put me down for not being into that scat stuff.

what do they call those things, anyway?

You know those pictures people post on facebook that are just words or sayings?

I think I hate them.

Yes, I Am A Horrible Person Who WILL Betray You

So I'm working at my job at an undisclosed government office and there's a big long line and two of us are waiting on people.  Low Man is waiting on one of our favorite customers and I'm waiting on someone else.  Next in line is some guy who obviously will be a long time-consuming transaction.  He's lugged in a big Rubbermaid container and it is stacked full of stuff for us to do.

The race begins.  We both go slower, each of us trying not to be the one who gets him next.  Low Man's customer understands what is going on and is trying to help her go slower.  But I can talk and move quite slow myself.  I triumph, I swipe my customer's card (slowly) just after Low Man swipes hers.  I win and Low Man gets Mr. Shitloads Of Stuff Thats Going To Take a Lot of Time.  I feel kind of guilty about throwing Low Man under the bus.  But she gets through him and I clear out the rest of the line.

It's not like I made sure she had to wait on someone with body odor or some of our other unpleasant customers.  But it was interesting that we both thought the same thing when we saw him and tried the same strategy to avoid dealing with him.

Sometimes, in life, you gotta ask yourself- am I a pain in the ass?  And if I am, am I even sorry or is this a form of entertainment for me?

For some people, it's just something everyone has to get through for this special occasion.  For others, it is their way of life.