Perpetual exhaustion is not a good thing. Getting a solid 6 hours of sleep and still feeling sleep deprived is also not good. What can I say? Work is slowly killing me as the past month has on average been 50 hours per week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done 70 hour weeks at Namco, but those always involved some time to not think about work. With my current job I work straight, no breaks, no lunches … all the while stressing about trying to work my route in a logical fashion so that I can hit all my stops without having to backtrack too much. Throw in the physical aspect of lifting boxes and/or heavy containers and you have a recipe for exhaustion.
And that’s just the work I do at work. Having your hands full once you reach home and have to take care of your now all-over-the-place daughter while trying to keep the house clean and it’s almost too much. While the interior of the house has been kept decent the exterior is starting to reach a dangerous level of neglect. I just need to pop some speed or something and tweak out and do a month’s worth of yardwork in one day.
But let’s get back to the main source of my exhaustion and stress; work. Things have been crazy for my route. It seems as if my largest document storage clients are deciding to throw everything at me all at once. I’ve been able to get some help on that front so I haven’t had to shoulder the entire burden myself, but nothing has been done to help my Tuesdays.
Tuesday is by far the worst day for my route mainly because I have to go far outside of my usual route and hit stops in Davis (about 15-20 mins west of Sacramento). To add to the insanity yet another stop has been added in Davis. So that makes 2 weekly, 2 every other week, and 1 once a month. Being that this past Tuesday was the first Tuesday of the month and it was that was that “other” week I had 5 stops in Davis which took a total of 60 mins to do. Add in the travel time involved in getting to and from and those 5 stops ate up almost 2 hours of my day.
Total I had 25 stops for Tuesday and it was fortunate that somone was sent to pick up the 110 boxes that were scheduled on my route for that day. There just would not have been enough time for me to pick them up and do my route. I had gone into work at 7am, left on route around 9am and didn’t get back from route until 4:45pm finally leaving from work at 6:25pm.
It was a crazy day and I would have left it at that and not seen it fit to fill an entire journal entry as a rant, but there was more. Oh there was more. While on route I received a phone call from our sales guy. Now there’s a lot of backstory as to why I hate this sales guy with a passion, but that’s an entry unto itself. What transpired during this phone call and the following morning shall be enough to permenantly place this jackass on my shitlist.
“Rumor has it you’re going to Davis today and there’s a guy that has some boxes to pick up for destruction, do you have enough time to pick them up?” >.<
I was beside myself, I mean come fucking on. This asshole knows I go to Davis on Tuesdays as he had seen fit to slip that extra stop in Davis. His non-chalant condescending arrogance really shone through on his opening. It took all of my will power not to respond in kind with “Rumor has it you’re a complete tool” or “Rumor has it you’re an asshole” or “Rumor has it I’m going reach through this phone and strangle you.”
After I composed myself I as politely as I could told him that I already had 25 stops and that I definitely did not have time to do so. Hell, I didn’t even know where this guy and his boxes would be, nor do I know Davis nor is there a map in the van I drive. It could have been right by one of my stops, or further into Davis where’d I’d get lost, but regardless I sure as hell wasn’t going to do him any favors.
Fast forward to this morning. He walks into the office as I’m awaiting some work-orders for laggy clients and starts to lay into me a little about my refusing to pick up some boxes. “It would have been a high-yield stop for us, $75 for 3 boxes.” But by “us” he means didn’t mean the company, but himself. He continued by stating that the guy “faxed” a contract over and he had to tell the guy that he couldn’t sign it as we didn’t have the man-power to do it. I agreed with him on not having the man-power and left it at that even though I’m pretty sure he indirectly called me a cry-baby.
I fucking hate this guy. He is the epitome of a sleazy salesman. Upselling clients on a facade of bullet points which are either exaggerations or flat-out lies. There are so many times where I wish I could call this tool out, but right now I need money more than I need to show this jackass just how smart I am to his game.
So wow … a compelte entry/rant about work. This is what happens when Blizzard fucks up and Cenarius goes boom. Even after being moved to a new server cluster/site location for better stability. This is seriously throwing a wrench into my plans of getting my druid up to 60 for skinning and mining.
Okay, before I go on for another 30 mins about WoW I’m just gonna end my entry now. As a tribute to Jim Rome, “Goodnight Now!”