7.15.1994
Jennifer really likes Anchor Steam beer so I've been trying to keep some on hand here at the house for her when she comes over. Problem is, I keep drinking most if not all of it before her next visit. The weird thing is I always feel sick after drinking them. My stomach hurts and my throat aches. I've noticed this with a few beers but the ones that make me feel the worst are Sierra Nevada and Anchor Steam. I guess there's something in those brands that fucks with me. I should probably just stick to Newcastle and be done with it.
The Optical Lab scheduled me to work early in the morning on one of my days off recently for the forklift training class. I was pretty pissed off that they had me come back in early on dayshift hours to do this crap when I should be sleeping. Adding insult to injury one of my days off was shot. Why couldn't they bring me to dayshift on one of my regularly scheduled shifts and have the class then? There's no real excuse for this. It's all very shoddy in my opinion and it smells like a lack of planning. Well, I went through the training half asleep and angry and passed all the tests. Now I'm all set to drive whatever lift they can throw my way. The trickiest one is that Aliens looking forklift with the hooked booms. We use that one for hauling around rolls of plastic that weigh like 3,000 pounds. I am comfortable enough with it now to drive it and not sweat bullets the whole time I'm at the controls. I have to admit I was really intimidated by it at first but now it's not so bad.
Since we work 12 hour shifts our 40 hour work week piles up fast. We work four days in a row one week and then the next we only work three days in a row. It alternates like that every other week. Most of the folks here try to go back to a normal dayshift schedule on their days off. They go to bed at regular night time hours. I just can't do it. Makes me feel sick and all screwed up when I try to do that. It takes me a couple of days to get adjusted back to dayshift hours and by the time I'm doing ok with it again I have to go back to work on graveyard. It's lousy. So I made the decision to stay on the graveyard hours on my days off. I feel physically better but Jennifer isn't too happy about it and I don't have much of a social life anymore. At six in the morning I'm sleepy as all hell and usually drunk. Everyone else is just waking up and getting ready for work. At five in the afternoon when everyone is leaving their jobs to go hit the bar or head home and start cooking dinner I'm just waking up and getting ready to go to work. Needless to say I haven't seen many of my friends in a while.
When they were interviewing me for the job one of the things they warned me about was working the late hours and what that might mean for me. I didn't take it very seriously at the time because I wanted the permanent job so badly. Looking back on it now I should have considered this more carefully. I'm unhappy working these hours and it's fucking up my life outside of work. I feel isolated. There's nothing to do and nowhere to go when I'm awake. I can't call up any of my friends because they are asleep. This sucks. I'm not sure how much longer I can do this junk.
The Optical Lab scheduled me to work early in the morning on one of my days off recently for the forklift training class. I was pretty pissed off that they had me come back in early on dayshift hours to do this crap when I should be sleeping. Adding insult to injury one of my days off was shot. Why couldn't they bring me to dayshift on one of my regularly scheduled shifts and have the class then? There's no real excuse for this. It's all very shoddy in my opinion and it smells like a lack of planning. Well, I went through the training half asleep and angry and passed all the tests. Now I'm all set to drive whatever lift they can throw my way. The trickiest one is that Aliens looking forklift with the hooked booms. We use that one for hauling around rolls of plastic that weigh like 3,000 pounds. I am comfortable enough with it now to drive it and not sweat bullets the whole time I'm at the controls. I have to admit I was really intimidated by it at first but now it's not so bad.
Since we work 12 hour shifts our 40 hour work week piles up fast. We work four days in a row one week and then the next we only work three days in a row. It alternates like that every other week. Most of the folks here try to go back to a normal dayshift schedule on their days off. They go to bed at regular night time hours. I just can't do it. Makes me feel sick and all screwed up when I try to do that. It takes me a couple of days to get adjusted back to dayshift hours and by the time I'm doing ok with it again I have to go back to work on graveyard. It's lousy. So I made the decision to stay on the graveyard hours on my days off. I feel physically better but Jennifer isn't too happy about it and I don't have much of a social life anymore. At six in the morning I'm sleepy as all hell and usually drunk. Everyone else is just waking up and getting ready for work. At five in the afternoon when everyone is leaving their jobs to go hit the bar or head home and start cooking dinner I'm just waking up and getting ready to go to work. Needless to say I haven't seen many of my friends in a while.
When they were interviewing me for the job one of the things they warned me about was working the late hours and what that might mean for me. I didn't take it very seriously at the time because I wanted the permanent job so badly. Looking back on it now I should have considered this more carefully. I'm unhappy working these hours and it's fucking up my life outside of work. I feel isolated. There's nothing to do and nowhere to go when I'm awake. I can't call up any of my friends because they are asleep. This sucks. I'm not sure how much longer I can do this junk.
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