Yay for a first bad day at work
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palmer_kunSo I call Target last night asking for work. They have just two placements with Edenvale, and nothing else. One was back out in Cloverdale, the other was downtown. As I said, I picked downtown.
Made it down there... got the safety speech and riot act read by Paul, the bossman. He was very uptight and anal about a lot of things. Anyhow, he had a plan of action and it looked straightforward. That's where things fell apart.
The worksite was a disorganized disaster. I was detailed to haul equipment up the elevator to the 27th floor, along with a couple other guys. Once there, we were to get further assignments. So we get our stuff up... and then are promptly met by the floor chief who rants quite loudly that the gear was NOT supposed to go to 27, but instead to 26.
Things go downhill form there.
Another guy and I basically stand around for half an hour asking what to do, and keep getting blown off. Eventually Del, the floor boss, asks which team I'm on. I say none, I was with the gear hauling. Bah! He says. Go ask Paul what to do.
Paul is on the 1st floor. 27 flights of stairs down. Due to the fact residents were still in the building, we could use the elevator to go up, but not down. So we walk down the stairs, eventually find Paul, and ask him what to do. Paul looks at us like we're fucking morons, and says "you, you're with Ben. You, you're with Del. 27th floor. Go... what the fuck are you still doing down here?" Very short temper.
So I go back up (the elevator) and find Del. I say Paul put e on his team. Del's reaction is to swear and bitch, then find someone else to pawn me off on. So I end up packing broken drywall and shit into plastic bags most of the day. These bags were being piled in front of the elevator. Once the bin arrived out front, we were going to take them down the elevator and dump them.
Except that we brough down one load when we were supposed to - except that we weren't supposed to. And the bin never arrived, and then the bloody elevator broke. On lunch.
So I had to slog up TWENTY SEVEN FUCKING FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to get back to work. I nearly died. I swear. PAIN. 27 flights. Heat. Steel toed boots. PAIN!
Things were so so after that. Me and a couple other guys made ourselves look busy by sweeping up a lot and such. It passed the time... which just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaged.
Adam, the guy I was under, was a cranky foul-mouthed bitch, but most of the regular Edenvale staff there were.
Lowlights of the day.
Since it was water damage, it was HUMID.
No open windows.
Air circulation was poor, so they had fans and blowers set up. They didn't help much.
There was tons of drywall dust and fiberglass insulation around.
Remember those blowers? Mostly they blew the abovementioned dust and fiberglass IN MY FUCKING EYES.
I still itch. I fucking HATE fiberglass. Loathe it with a passion beyond anything Christ could cough up.
Got hurt again too. 45 minutes into the work day. Slashed my hand on a corner of wood that was poking out of a bag. About an inch and a half long, on the SIDE of my hand (not pal, not back, side. With the pinky side). It hurts. Suckage. And the bandage wouldn't stay on.
All in all, a horribly shitty fucking day, and I was looking forward to booking off ASAP, even turning down overtime (which I would never turn down normally), which never came up anyways.
Work let off, and I headed out to Target to drop off my time sheets and get a placement for tomorrow. Natalie recognized me instantly, despite the fact I've only seen her twice before today. She even remembered the Y in my name. I suck at names :)
She set me up with a warehouse job for the next THREE DAYS. Longest placement evar! So far. Warehouses aren't that bad, thankfully. AND it sstarts at 9:30! I can sleep in! It's not too far away either, which is nice. A fair walk from the bus stop though. Oh well, can't win them all.
May go visit Rayana after work tomorrow. She lives not too far from work, so she said to just give her a call after work and see.
Amusing note: After getting home, had a message from Target telling me that Edenvale wanted me back tomorrow and to be there for 8 again. This was sent BEFORE I got the warehouse placement. But it was from Megan. So I called back and left a message telling them they double booked me and that I was going to the warehouse.
Made it down there... got the safety speech and riot act read by Paul, the bossman. He was very uptight and anal about a lot of things. Anyhow, he had a plan of action and it looked straightforward. That's where things fell apart.
The worksite was a disorganized disaster. I was detailed to haul equipment up the elevator to the 27th floor, along with a couple other guys. Once there, we were to get further assignments. So we get our stuff up... and then are promptly met by the floor chief who rants quite loudly that the gear was NOT supposed to go to 27, but instead to 26.
Things go downhill form there.
Another guy and I basically stand around for half an hour asking what to do, and keep getting blown off. Eventually Del, the floor boss, asks which team I'm on. I say none, I was with the gear hauling. Bah! He says. Go ask Paul what to do.
Paul is on the 1st floor. 27 flights of stairs down. Due to the fact residents were still in the building, we could use the elevator to go up, but not down. So we walk down the stairs, eventually find Paul, and ask him what to do. Paul looks at us like we're fucking morons, and says "you, you're with Ben. You, you're with Del. 27th floor. Go... what the fuck are you still doing down here?" Very short temper.
So I go back up (the elevator) and find Del. I say Paul put e on his team. Del's reaction is to swear and bitch, then find someone else to pawn me off on. So I end up packing broken drywall and shit into plastic bags most of the day. These bags were being piled in front of the elevator. Once the bin arrived out front, we were going to take them down the elevator and dump them.
Except that we brough down one load when we were supposed to - except that we weren't supposed to. And the bin never arrived, and then the bloody elevator broke. On lunch.
So I had to slog up TWENTY SEVEN FUCKING FLIGHTS OF STAIRS to get back to work. I nearly died. I swear. PAIN. 27 flights. Heat. Steel toed boots. PAIN!
Things were so so after that. Me and a couple other guys made ourselves look busy by sweeping up a lot and such. It passed the time... which just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaged.
Adam, the guy I was under, was a cranky foul-mouthed bitch, but most of the regular Edenvale staff there were.
Lowlights of the day.
Since it was water damage, it was HUMID.
No open windows.
Air circulation was poor, so they had fans and blowers set up. They didn't help much.
There was tons of drywall dust and fiberglass insulation around.
Remember those blowers? Mostly they blew the abovementioned dust and fiberglass IN MY FUCKING EYES.
I still itch. I fucking HATE fiberglass. Loathe it with a passion beyond anything Christ could cough up.
Got hurt again too. 45 minutes into the work day. Slashed my hand on a corner of wood that was poking out of a bag. About an inch and a half long, on the SIDE of my hand (not pal, not back, side. With the pinky side). It hurts. Suckage. And the bandage wouldn't stay on.
All in all, a horribly shitty fucking day, and I was looking forward to booking off ASAP, even turning down overtime (which I would never turn down normally), which never came up anyways.
Work let off, and I headed out to Target to drop off my time sheets and get a placement for tomorrow. Natalie recognized me instantly, despite the fact I've only seen her twice before today. She even remembered the Y in my name. I suck at names :)
She set me up with a warehouse job for the next THREE DAYS. Longest placement evar! So far. Warehouses aren't that bad, thankfully. AND it sstarts at 9:30! I can sleep in! It's not too far away either, which is nice. A fair walk from the bus stop though. Oh well, can't win them all.
May go visit Rayana after work tomorrow. She lives not too far from work, so she said to just give her a call after work and see.
Amusing note: After getting home, had a message from Target telling me that Edenvale wanted me back tomorrow and to be there for 8 again. This was sent BEFORE I got the warehouse placement. But it was from Megan. So I called back and left a message telling them they double booked me and that I was going to the warehouse.
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Date: 2005-08-09 10:52 pm (UTC)That SUCKS! I'm glad you don't have to go back. I HATED that kind of work. You're the help, so obviously you're stupid. They tell you wrong and OBVIOUSLY you should have used your mind magicks to KNOW better than as you were told. AND it's hot, muggy, and then, you smell.
Oh lord I feel your pain.
*HUGS*
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:01 pm (UTC)And smelly?
Today was the first day after work I felt the need to change my shirt. I mean, I know I smell after work anyways, but it's no biggie. I go home.
Today... I could have wrung out my shirt. Ugh.
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Date: 2005-08-09 10:54 pm (UTC)Me and a couple other guys made ourselves look busy by sweeping up a lot and such. It passed the time... which just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaged.
Did that for my internship during my last days. It was so boring and they didn't really have work for me to do and I was afraid of screwing up... I'll stop that now.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-09 11:09 pm (UTC)Soak them in warm salted(?) water? I hear that's a good reliever.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-09 11:51 pm (UTC)Better? :p
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:13 pm (UTC)I spent my morning dissassembling all the SCBA units on our department so their distress alarm chips could be replaced, a task complicated by the fact that one of the guys the manufacturer sent out to do this stripped the screws in approximately half our units by using a power drill despite the instructions that clearly warn against it. Ha! Funny. Kill with axe. Nothing like your twenty-seven stories of pain, though.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:32 pm (UTC)We had 3 dedicated First Aid attendants, who did nothing but sit and wait for stuff to treat all day. 2 other people working there had their certificates as well.
Edenvale is good about safety. When I was in the fire-damaged warehouse, it was hardhats all the time, and the dust masks and earplugs were left out next to the bathroom for people to take as many as needed.
I just got me a nice looking scrape that now hurts some... no worse than I manage in the kitchen every so often.
BAH! Fucking morons fucking up your SCBAs! Those are a far more important than my little scrapes and stair hikes.
I'm just fat and out of shape, so stair climbing kills me. But one of the reasons I'm doing this kind of work is to get back into shape.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:33 pm (UTC)Course, with my body falling apart like it is right now, plus being a little girly girl, I'd never last on a job like that.
Just keep telling yourself you're getting paid. :)
*much love*
I'll try to get on AIM sometime soon so we can catch up.
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Date: 2005-08-09 11:37 pm (UTC)You'd be surprised how many women we have working these jobs too.
Oh yes, I am getting paid. $9 an hour. Which is $7.40 US an hour. Not too shabby for completely unskilled temp labour.
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:19 am (UTC)Aww, damn you work! Stop tryin to kill Palmer! >_<
*EVEN MORE LOVE*
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:58 pm (UTC)