I work for a company that contracts for another company. The company we contract for is enormous. We have a structure just like any company. I’m more like a supervisor; I have a manager, he has a manager.
My people and I answer to them.
The other company has their structure just like ours.
The two chains of command do not intermingle. I do the work assigned to me as best I can.
What irritates me to no end is when someone gets manager added to their title, and they think they’re e’rybodies boss.
It ain’t so.
I was told Saturday on a phone call that I would come in and finish some things. Not by anyone in my chain of command.
That’s what I was going to do.
I can’t stand someone telling what I’m going to do because that’s a sure way to make me not do.
And so I didn’t.
That was a bit ranty. I don’t care. It’s what is on my mind at the moment, so I let it out.
I’ve had something I haven’t had in quite some time, a weekend, mostly to myself.
The wife and kids went to lower state band competition yesterday. I stayed home.
It’s not that I’m unsupportive. I worked fifty-nine hours, and some change this week. I drove over seven hundred miles. Simply put, I was worn out.
That didn’t stop me from working around the house. I washed clothes, cleaned the kitchen, took off the trash, etc.
I worked on my project on the truck, rewiring one of the power points so that I could hide wires. I wouldn’t say I like dangling wires.
I also put my GPS back in because of the disruption in service with Verizon last week. I don’t need maps to know where I’m going most of the time, but I do like knowing what time I’m getting there. Time can be my friend and my enemy with work.
Working on the truck is relaxing, I find.
We finished season 8 of Blacklist today. I still don’t know who Reddington really is.
I hope it isn’t disappointing when it’s finally revealed.
A good quote from the show.
“Loyalty to individuals. Relationships, that’s what makes the world go round.”
I find this is very true. The company is an entity that doesn’t care about you. It’s unable to care for you. It’s a thing.
And that started a great conversation that only military and ex-military can have.
I noticed this older gentleman getting a haircut today, and he had on an Army Veteran cap.
I caught up to him on the sidewalk, and I had to ask.
He said he was “invited” to join the Army in ‘69.
During the Vietnam war era, this gent asked for an audition in the Army band, and he got it. Pretty cool. Pretty choice.
Did his hitch playing the French horn.
He’s 73 and doesn’t look a day over 55.
He was also stationed at Monteith Barracks, which was a stone’s throw from where I was stationed in Germany. We talked about where we were stationed and the surrounding area for I’ll bet thirty minutes.
And while we talked, his eyes just lit up. And I could feel a smile as genuine as his spreading across my face.
You see, we are brothers—no matter when or where we served.
We have a connection—almost a blood link in our makeup. That’s something no one can ever take away.
It was just a chance meeting. But it’s one of the best things that has happened to me this week—kind of like a reward. And I love that.
I started out today dropping Sam off at school so that takes care of mile seven as well.
The car drop off line at our middle school is ridiculous in the first place. The problem was exacerbated by the new elementary school opening next door last week.
The country crowding all of these schools together with the high school right across the road is nothing but a headache for parents, teachers, bus drivers, and police.
As usual, the local government doesn’t care about the consequences, just what looks good on paper for them.
I think about this every time I have to go through it. The time and stress on all involved could have been avoided with proper planning of roads and such. But they just want to have that picture of them standing there with a hard hat and a shovel at the ground breaking.
The first store that I visited today ranks and ties as one of my least favorites to work in any day of the week. Unorganized, and it’s always rough trying to find and work the product that is needed.
Their ineptitude is always factored into the plan.
It really shouldn’t be like that. But it is.
I’m sitting here now waiting on my car. Yesterday’s adventure turned into today’s bill. An unfortunate price to pay to work and get where I need to be, but here I am. Safety for my family and myself (why would I deprive them of me?) is most important.
I always use the same place for my tires; it’s a family-run business, and they are good people. There is no rip-off here. They aim to do good work take care of people and keep you safe. I’ve got no problem with that.
And that was quite a chunk of change.
The miles are stacking up quickly, aren’t they?
The next store I have to stop at is easily my favorite. I wrote about the people here and the manager last night. They take care of me, and I take care of them.
Today’s a plus because Kevin will be working. He makes Tuesday, usually the most demanding day of our week, enjoyable. We both have a sense of humor that plays well off the others. Almost nothing is off the table when we joke around. And no one.
They say good people are hard to find in business. I say your good people are hard to find because they’re usually working their asses off covering for other people.
And that is Kevin in a nutshell.
The next store is also enjoyable. Morgan will be there, and she’s another of my favorite associates. As a matter of fact, we are the last two from the original group of folks that were there when I came to the store almost seven years ago—the last of the old guard.
And…she called out today. Lol.
The last of my stores today and tied with the first for all the same reasons. I had to hurry kind of. It has been a long day on the road. Nothing much to say about this place.
Home. Right back where I started.
It’s not the work or even the extra work that bothers me. People have lost the sense of dignity that goes with actually earning what’s theirs. They want things handed to them. And large companies are doing it. I watch people keep jobs and get paid that find every way possible not to do the job they were hired to do. It sickens me.
I’m writing this after a regular day that isn’t in a regular week.
Nothing’s off about this. Today at end of business I was at about twenty-one hours for the week.
Yes. It’s Monday.
Reset weeks are where you see what the people around you can do and a little of what they think of you.
I have people I consider friends at my stores. I watch out for them. They watch out for me.
When I walk into a store on a Monday and some of the resets are already done because “we know you’re doing this by yourself,” it touches me.
I’m just a vendor. But I like to think of myself as part of the store. I spend a great deal of my time with these folks. They are my every day.
Days like today prove to me that I am a part of the store.
A couple of weeks ago, when I ended up in the ER, the day I came back, the store manager brought me to her office and had a word with me. She wanted to know why she had to find out second-hand that I had to go to the hospital from work. She had called and checked on me while I was out. She was genuinely concerned about me. Again, I was touched. It’s unusual for a vendor to even be thought of in passing by management.
As much as I would love to move on some days, I would miss the camaraderie. I would miss being a small part of their lives.
I think it’s because all of us affect other people for good or bad. I like to think that, for the most part, I affect the people around me for good. I try to lead without leading. I have a lead by example mentality. When it’s my team, I put in the extra and let them see me doing it. And in most of the ones that have been under me, it shows.
I watch the people around me, and they change me as well. I adopt good habits from them. I watch how kind they can be when they have absolutely no reason to be.
It’s good for me, the work thing. I hope it’s good for them as well.
And would it be a Monday without a bit of hiccup?
I ain’t even mad. How can you be mad at worn-out rubber? It has served its purpose. I definitely got my money’s worth.
Tomorrow will be a little longer because of a pit stop for new tires. All of them are worn enough to replace. I practically live on the road.
The help I do have is taking off the whole of next week, and I’m done with her. We are in blackout for vacation. This has been known since August. I can’t defend it. I won’t be used to do everyone’s work.
I’ll backup anyone who works under me. The boss has to go through me to get to them.
The boss wants to terminate. I vote yea.
The help I did have is coming in on Sunday morning as flex to help me complete a big project.
I guess six years together as partners earned some good grace, huh, Ashe?
I’m glad she’s coming in. It will be fun to hang out and run a reset together.
Don’t sweat the small minded online. There are a lot of them.
Here’s a helpful hint.
They aren’t real. I mean they may be real people but they hide behind fake avatars and screen names.
I don’t. That’s my name and where I am on this blog. My pic is in here a few times. All me all the time.
I’m Seegars and this is what I write about. Life and all. I don’t pretend to be anything else.
I started my day at 3 AM because of a Frito Lay reset at 5 AM. I was on time, no, strike that, I was ahead of time. I arrived at 4:30 AM and went straight to work.
On the way in, I was listening to random music, and some of the songs must have just hit right. I was pumped to get it all done today and more.
At this particular store, me and Ashe were always pretty proud of a five and a half to six hour reset.
Today, being alone and determined, I finished it at just over five hours with breaks.
That’s a record. An accomplishment that drove me to finish other projects that are coming this week.
I’m stuck with three stores, alone.
I don’t need any surprises.
We switched out from iPhones about a year ago to an Android-based CAT phone. It has been an adventure. Our activity app, initially developed for iPhone, has been having trouble with Android. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect that’s why the change.
I’m reasonably excited about the swap back. I still have the work account I set up for Apple. I use an iPhone anyway. I’m more comfortable inside their system than Android, which I used to be an avid fan of.
If it makes anyone feel better, I connect to y’all through a Chromebook as well.
The rest of the week is primarily regular business. There’s going to be a lot of driving and hours on the road. I’m okay with both. It’s a wind-up going to work; it’s a break between stores, and it’s a wind-down coming home—time to decompress a bit from the day.
Here’s to a good week. I hope you have a good one as well.