Eight hour days with a few minutes over and under here and there ending the week with 40.54 hours.
That’s what I said I would do and I that’s what I did.
I didn’t put myself out this week. Some days were more stressful than others, but that’s the usual for most of us, yeah?
Next week is looking ugly.
I’m starting Sunday and calling in Ashe for backup. She has agreed to help me knock down the heavy lifting in her old store. I’m grateful.
Tomorrow is pretty much the entirety of my weekend. I have to go and film the marching band in the middle of the day. Luckily there’s something I need to find down that way. I need a new sling pack. So I’m going to do a little shopping, maybe.
Tonight I’ve been decompressing. I’ve played a little in between episodes of season eight of The Blacklist.
S8:E6 The Wellstone Agency.
Raymond has just learned of Glen’s death and is ranting about the last wishes he left him to fulfill. James Spader is at some of his funniest and best in this scene. I love the character.
Waiting for the wife and boy to get home from the game.
The girl, my eldest, is experiencing a nasty possible kidney infection. We are hoping it isn’t a kidney stone. I was afflicted by those quite a bit at one time. She takes after me both in demeanor and health. I’m trying to steer her the right way in both aspects of her life.
I started the day aiming to finish everything I could at one store. I didn’t do that.
I left some for tomorrow.
Because I need time to myself.
The wife and kids weren’t here this afternoon because of band practice.
I came home to decompress a bit. I sat down and played Call Of Duty. It’s a stress reliever.
I’ve balanced my hours this week—roughly eight hours a day at work. I’ve had to force myself to leave and not just finish every activity available.
I’ve had this verse on my mind:
“Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” – Matthew 6:34 ESV
Tomorrow’s work will be just that. Believe me, it will still be there when I show up.
This I know.
And right now, I am really at peace. It has taken me fifty-three years to find a balance in my soul, and I honestly believe I have.
The company won’t stop without you. Certain people will notice that the job didn’t get done to your standards. The ones who watch over and appreciate you will miss you, but they are few and far between.
In the end it’s a job. I’m grateful to have one. But it isn’t my whole life. There is so much more to life.
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.
I’m not much for the mall. I grab what I want and get out.
Yesterday as part of my daughter’s birthday, I took her and a friend to the mall to shop. Sounds like a horrible time for an older guy, but we do what we have to for our kids.
So I took the hit. I walked behind and held back. I let them do their thing.
And I watched.
I watched my daughter interact with her friend. And it was kind of magical.
I don’t get to see this side of her much. Her face lit up and actually having conversation. And seeing her purely happy not worrying about homework and matching band, etc.
Her friend, Kimmie, is one if the best influences in her life. That kid works at school, home, and even has a job at sixteen. She appreciates the value of a dollar. She appreciates the importance of friendship. I have a lot of respect and admiration for her.
I sat on benches outside stores for more time than I have in all my fifty-three years.
I’ve been sick. My will to push ahead is practically nonexistent.
There’s a lot to do at work, and I have no help for a job that at minimum needs three associates.
The last couple of days, I’ve even considered calling it quits and not going back.
But that’s never really been my style.
I don’t stop. I don’t quit. I don’t walk away from an obligation. I rarely leave anything on the table workwise.
This week I’m going to have to bite the bullet and leave some jobs undone.
I can’t do it all.
I hit metaphorical bumps in the road all the time. Usually, I speed right over them. I rarely meet a challenge that I can’t beat.
And this makes me realize how sick I was this weekend and the beginning of this week. I was sick enough to get scared. I did not know what was wrong with me, I ended up in the ER, and I was terrified. And I have to admit that to myself. I was scared.
I don’t like being scared.
I saw this earlier on Instagram. It kind of spoke to me. Maybe it’s not just a physical wall I’m hitting. Perhaps it’s emotional, losing my partner.
Now I didn’t lose her to death or anything; she moved on to another job. Something that’s going to not only pay her better but is a better fit for her little family. I couldn’t be happier for her; I talked to her last night. She sounds really happy. Makes my heart glad.
If she were still here I would’ve shown up feeling as bad as I did every day this week. But I think not having her on the team anymore really took the wind out of my sails.
We pushed each other to do the job right. We were a good team. We were them. When other sections used to need our help, they would ask our old district manager to send them. And that was me and my partner.
It’s nice to have someone with you so long that you think something and they’re already doing it.
I guess I just miss her.
So I’m going to go in tomorrow. I’m going to do the job and I’m going to wait on the next associate to show up. And we will see what they are like. I’m going to have to not judge their performance by hers. That would not be fair.
The pickings are so slim right now for quality help. A lot of people are looking for jobs but I’m not seeing a lot of people wanting to do the job.