from the offices of dave's work
Sep. 18th, 2005 10:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7He needs the car today, because he is doing server work and must do so over the weekend. I also need the car today: I need to work. I am here in my work clothes, sitting at a co-worker's desk with my laptop and a borrowed Ethernet cable. He works at one end of a highway, and I work at the other end of it. (Not surprising, that it should go from downtown to the airport, although indicative of poor city planning because the highway's very ugliness ensures that there shall be nothing in between that anyone wants to stop and see. It used to be a nice neighborhood. Now it's the East Side and all my coworkers live there.) So, he is going to drop me off and then come back here to continue his work, while I work. Here's hoping he can come pick me up after, because the last bus home for me leaves at 5:30 and my shift ends at 9.
I have successfully cleaned the coffee pot and brewed acceptable coffee.
I have also been given a mini-tour. The server room consists of the space under the basement stairs. It's rather terrifying.
Z has purchased Visvalda. She looks roughly like this, only with the left side of the front leg shield a bit rumpled. Percy, the seller, is going to cut that part out and weld in a replacement panel he's cutting off of an old Vespa P-series (identical to the Stellas, only old) body, as he has like twenty lying around. So Visvalda will be, like, 5% actual Vespa. So we can just call it a Vespa and be done with it, as people actually know what Vespas are and it's much shorter. Right? Sure.
Visvalda will be ready to be picked up tomorrow or the day after. This was great, when I had assumed I had Tuesday off, as I, like, always have Tuesdays off. But a quick peek verified that in fact i did not have Tuesday off. I do not. I am working 11-7 on both Monday and Tuesday this week, and have wednesday off. And not Thursday, no-- I next have next Sunday off.
They are trying to kill me.
No matter: I can stop by the DMV on my way to or from work, correct? It's less than five minutes from work.
No. See the hours: We Are Not Open When You Are Free, Ever. (Erie Co., Cheektowaga office.) Yes. Thanks.
Somehow Z has to get his permit, then a helmet, and then somehow get to the place to get the thing and the other thing and GOD WHY DON'T I HAVE ANY FUCKING DAYS OFF RRGGHH!
My frustration is only slightly alleviated by my weekly mathematics last night indicating that I made $733.90 in cash tips and wages this past week, even though I only worked four days. That, my friends, ain't bad. And yet... I woke up this morning at 7 am, and it was all I could do to get myself to the bathroom for some necessary, er, needs. I got back into bed and lo! my heating pad was reachable, and plugged in. I spent the next two hours lying on it with various bits of myself, and by 9ish I could actually sit up and, sort of, walk. And yesterday wasn't even busy!!! How do my two co-workers with similar schedules (8 hrs/day, 5 days/week, cocktail waitressing), both of whom are women in their forties or fifties, manage not to be dead? Penny's been doing this 22 years! This is nuts! I just keep hurting myself. And I've never been so tired.
And it's not even like I can say, ok, if I make it through today's Bedlam, it'll be my weekend. Because it won't. I'll have two more days to go, because the schedule's so aligned as to give me 6 days in a row, 1 day off, and then three more. @#$%@!!
I wonder if I can get one of the newer people to take one of my days... Will study the schedule today. Somebody was bitching about not having enough hours. It's not like I'm ungrateful. Except I kind of am. And I know I should work all the hours I can because I need to save up money for the various life decisions I'm sure to make shortly, but fuck, y'know, I just don't have the hunger I did when I was making $200 a week to support us both.
I have successfully cleaned the coffee pot and brewed acceptable coffee.
I have also been given a mini-tour. The server room consists of the space under the basement stairs. It's rather terrifying.
Z has purchased Visvalda. She looks roughly like this, only with the left side of the front leg shield a bit rumpled. Percy, the seller, is going to cut that part out and weld in a replacement panel he's cutting off of an old Vespa P-series (identical to the Stellas, only old) body, as he has like twenty lying around. So Visvalda will be, like, 5% actual Vespa. So we can just call it a Vespa and be done with it, as people actually know what Vespas are and it's much shorter. Right? Sure.
Visvalda will be ready to be picked up tomorrow or the day after. This was great, when I had assumed I had Tuesday off, as I, like, always have Tuesdays off. But a quick peek verified that in fact i did not have Tuesday off. I do not. I am working 11-7 on both Monday and Tuesday this week, and have wednesday off. And not Thursday, no-- I next have next Sunday off.
They are trying to kill me.
No matter: I can stop by the DMV on my way to or from work, correct? It's less than five minutes from work.
No. See the hours: We Are Not Open When You Are Free, Ever. (Erie Co., Cheektowaga office.) Yes. Thanks.
Somehow Z has to get his permit, then a helmet, and then somehow get to the place to get the thing and the other thing and GOD WHY DON'T I HAVE ANY FUCKING DAYS OFF RRGGHH!
My frustration is only slightly alleviated by my weekly mathematics last night indicating that I made $733.90 in cash tips and wages this past week, even though I only worked four days. That, my friends, ain't bad. And yet... I woke up this morning at 7 am, and it was all I could do to get myself to the bathroom for some necessary, er, needs. I got back into bed and lo! my heating pad was reachable, and plugged in. I spent the next two hours lying on it with various bits of myself, and by 9ish I could actually sit up and, sort of, walk. And yesterday wasn't even busy!!! How do my two co-workers with similar schedules (8 hrs/day, 5 days/week, cocktail waitressing), both of whom are women in their forties or fifties, manage not to be dead? Penny's been doing this 22 years! This is nuts! I just keep hurting myself. And I've never been so tired.
And it's not even like I can say, ok, if I make it through today's Bedlam, it'll be my weekend. Because it won't. I'll have two more days to go, because the schedule's so aligned as to give me 6 days in a row, 1 day off, and then three more. @#$%@!!
I wonder if I can get one of the newer people to take one of my days... Will study the schedule today. Somebody was bitching about not having enough hours. It's not like I'm ungrateful. Except I kind of am. And I know I should work all the hours I can because I need to save up money for the various life decisions I'm sure to make shortly, but fuck, y'know, I just don't have the hunger I did when I was making $200 a week to support us both.
