Damn, this is going to suck. But before I shift into overbitch, I will try to give a somewhat objective overview of my predicament. As you may or may not know, I have been working seasonally for UPS as a package lackey/scab. We work basically whenever UPS feels like giving us hours, which could be anywhere from two to ten hours per day. I’ve been averaging about four, but toward the end of last week there seemed to be less to do, so I only worked around two hours both Thursday and Friday. In the process, I picked up a pretty nasty cold at the end of last week which destroyed the opportunity to spend my pitiful earnings on a good weekend with hookers and bl…err, dinner out and a trip to the movies.
Even without illness, it appeared as though my workload would never get heavy enough until the very last week to make this venture at all worthwhile. The driver I WAS paired off with (”was” will come up in just a second) said he would try to get me on with someone else anyway to get me more hours, since he understood a two-hour workday isn’t even worth making an appearance for. The downside to that proposition is it would require me to drive many miles out to some godforsaken area of the state when I didn’t have to drive at all to meet up with that driver.
Where “was” comes in is I apparently have been given no choice in the matter now that I called in sick yesterday. Miss one day with legitimate illness, get reassigned. Some deal. So, in summary… good news: more hours and more money; bad news: long drive to work and no choice in the matter.
More bad news: it’s fucking cold outside! The Weather Channel says it may be 30 degrees outside, but it feels like 20. That’s where the suckitude of this day picks up exponential downhill momentum, rolling at me like a muddy snowball. Oh, I’ll bundle up, alright, but no amount of bundling will keep the cold air out of my lungs. Shit! Piss! Crapola! Fracas! Only nine more days of this horseshit until I’m a regular unemployed bum again. Praise Jeebus. Then I’ll be back to receiving rejection emails and phone calls from the comfort of my own office chair.
Ha, Ha
In a word: wah.
An explanatory word: Alaska.
In three more: high of 19
You’ve got me there, Brad. I’ve lived here nearly all my life (minus five years in Tennessee), so I’m a big pussy about the cold.
In all fairness, I’ve lived most of my life there, too, so I know what you mean.
well damn. i feel like a really big baby now - i feel compelled to get all bundled up in sweaters and mittens and stuff and cry about how cold it is outside when it dips below 50. sorry guys!