I, like you, if you’re reading this, have survived another week of the struggle that is work.
It wasn’t easy.
I want to thank some people, but only one other person helped me out, so first and foremost, I’d like to thank myself for showing up early and getting it done. Also, thank you, Self, for not physically choking the life out of several people with your bare hands; Lord knows you wanted to.
I’d also like to thank the boss. I could not ask for a better man to work with. It has been a long time since I’ve worked with/for someone who puts as much out there as I do. It’s appreciated.
I tell him that. He’ll probably never see this.
I’m off tomorrow. This makes me happy. I can play in the shop a bit. I don’t know what I will do, but time wasted there is still better than being at work.
I seem to complain a lot here, I know. But this is my outlet. It’s better than getting angry and breaking stuff.
We’re under a watch for another round if ice storms tomorrow. Today I met up with the biss to knock out one store after I’d worked my first.
Then I continued on to the next.
Each and every store today had one thing in common.
I don’t know why you’d need five loaves of bread for a snow day, but okay. I know some are buying up bread because they except to resell it to others for profit. I think that’s worse than the fear. They are taking advantage of others’ fear.
I know a lot of us aren’t afraid. We’ve walked through the last two years of fifteen days just fine—a little madder, a little wiser. We’ve most definitely had some of our misgivings proven to be true.
The disappointment we have in the people around us is unreal. I never thought I would be this disgusted with a large part of my countries population.
You know the ones, the ones that want to force you to do something you don’t want to do for the greater good. The ones who hide who they truly are, literally and figuratively.
I got up at 0600. If you’re former military, don’t start. I know, sleeping in like the Air Force. I’ll take it. I’m old and a civilian now.
I could have slept later because I wasn’t leaving until sunrise. I didn’t want to risk black ice this morning, and who knew what shape the roads were in? Turns out it wasn’t all that bad.
I passed some spots where a few trees had fallen across the road, but it looked like either the county or a local had already gone through with a chainsaw. Whoever it was good on them. We are literally all in this together out here on the edge of the county.
Yeah, the electric companies rocked it yesterday. I know there were several in-state to help out. I appreciate them doing an already dangerous job in conditions that make it that much worse.
The shop rework is coming along. I did a little something today when I got home.
I watch a lot of YouTube and other channels for instructional videos on a wide variety of things. Being able to cast to a large screen will be a plus.
Besides the fact that the TV was just sitting unused.
Adding to all of this that today went well at work. Everything fell into place just as it should. Here’s hoping tomorrow will go as smoothly.
When we got up this morning she had taken sick. Fever, aching, and chills. Our youngest hasn’t been feeling well and we decided both of them should stay home. The wife had no choice; a fever puts her out of work during regular times with her being in home health. She went for a Covid/Flu/RSV test today. One that has to be sent off and isn’t coming back for seventy-two hours.
She’s feeling much better right now. Still achy, but the fever is lower, possibly gone. She has an appetite. She’s not experiencing loss of taste or smell. She has been prescribed medicine.
We are nervous but hopeful.
I didn’t want to be at work today. I took solace in the fact that my son was home with my wife.
If there is one thing that kid loves more than video games, it’s his momma. He took care of her. I asked him to watch over her today. He had the house.
And it turns out that he checked on her so much he aggravated her. 😏
Love will do so many things to you. It will make you happy, sad, mad, and glad. It will take you to your highest and lowest points at times.
It can make you feel absolutely helpless. Our love for our children has taken us to our lowest points at times together. One moment in particular when he was still a baby.
Today I had to go through a low point alone.
But in your lowest of places, you realize things.
There’s loving someone, and then there’s being in love with someone. There’s a difference.
And that difference is that you’d do anything, trade anything for them, up to and including your own life.
If someone were to take her or hurt her, you would never hear of them again. I would obliterate not only their body and spirit but their history. They would never exist.
I would tear the world open to get to her.
But today, I was helpless when she told me her doctor was leaning towards Covid.
She has been vaccinated. It’s a requirement for her job. She made that decision with my input. She loves her career. She’s one of the few people I know who decided early in life (six years old) what they wanted to do because of an experience, and here she is, a physical therapy assistant.
She didn’t want to take the vaccine because of other medical concerns. But in the end, she did.
And now I’m helpless. Feeling like that was a bad decision.
Another part of our decision was that I wasn’t taking the vaccine. I’m basically just a healthy person. Nothing keeps me down long.
And if the worst happened due to being vaccinated or unvaccinated with all the questions surrounding both states, the kids would have one of us.
Yep, love will put you in strange places.
Sometimes it’s in the middle of a Walmart while you’re working, and you break down a bit.
And since you’re on your knees and your head is down anyway, you pray.
I didn’t have a usual Monday morning. No, I was ready to go today. Trying to keep my spirits up with an “this what I do, this has to be done” attitude.
And then a little inspiration happened.
That is a customer receiving their online grocery pick up at Walmart in Cheraw, South Carolina.
That is not a regular associate helping her with her purchase. No, that is the store manager, Christina. She impresses me. Not only in her attitude but her willingness to do whatever needs to be done to make sure things run smoothly. Being short on help, she worked in OGP. She works the floor, and she works the parking lot as well. She could just sit in her office and tell other people to do things. You don’t see this much from a lot of managers anywhere.
She makes me proud. I do not mind being a part of her store.
I followed a customer out of the store today.
Not because they stole something or anything like that. That’s not my job. I followed a gentleman out because he looked like he was having trouble walking.
It could’ve been a back problem, but the way the wind was whipping at the bottom of his pant leg, it looked like he was a below-the-knee amputee. He was having trouble getting where he was going, though.
I watched from the sidewalk; I didn’t go out into the parking lot at first. But he did stumble a little bit, and it made me nervous. So I came off the sidewalk. And I followed him through the cars because apparently, he forgot where he parked.
I stayed just close enough to hope I could help if he did fall. But he made it to the car and got in okay, so I didn’t bother him. I walked back to the sidewalk.
I was finishing up my break, and he pulled by and looked at me and made eye contact. He nodded and smiled.
He knew I was with him, probably the whole time.
Why didn’t I go to him?
Pride. A man’s pride. It’s different for us than the ladies. It’s almost an indescribable thing. It’s not vanity. It’s not anything you can put a price on; it is priceless.
In a way, I would have hurt mine and his pride coming to his assistance. He had it. He made it happen. It was his force of will that got him where he was going.
I can’t interfere with that. But everybody needs somebody watching over them at times.
Some people think there are no new stories to tell. Maybe one of them will read this. There’s always a new story out there. Everyone is different, and their story adds a paragraph or a page every single day. Lifetimes can change in a few seconds.
We are short on help, and that means sometimes corners get cut. I’m not too fond of that but sometimes it’s necessary.
This morning I was at my first store, and a manager asked me about the section we take care of and why it wasn’t priced. I started into the spiel about we don’t have enough time to do that; if they could get someone to price it, that would be great.
She looked disappointed and said, “That’s not like you.”
I have a reputation in my stores for doing more than I have to. I do my job, and I do a little bit of somebody else’s too.
Part of my New Year’s resolution, I don’t make them, but this one’s going to stick, is that the job will be done. I will do the job correctly, and I will do it to the best of my ability.
I’ve really got to get back to basics.
I guess what it comes down to is that I got told about myself this morning.
And maybe that last feeling I have left got hurt by that.
Sometimes we lose our way and stray from the path.
The wife hasn’t been feeling well this week. Suffering from a migraine.
And that is fine. I don’t mind helping out and doing supper. I’m feeling pretty good. It’s my place.
I’m disgusted by a comment from Senator Ted Cruz and I’m hoping that it was a clip of video taken out of context.
I don’t think that the folks who entered the Capitol were in the right in any way on January 6. I think it was foolish to do what they did. But I don’t think it was a “violent terrorist attack”. I think we’re looking at another RINO if things aren’t proven otherwise.
He says in the video that Jan. 6, 2020 was “a violent terrorist attack” on the Capitol.
If it wasn’t taken out of context I’ve lost what little trust I had in the man.