Gym & Work

Wednesday night at work actually went great - it was not an exhausting pace for me (which was nice since I had the most work of the entire line that night), and the taping guy even payed attention to how much he put through the machine. Unfortunately, that was apparently a once-in-a-blue-moon thing - he went back to normal Thursday.

Yesterday, the trainer at the gym added an exercise (arm extensions) and my muscles are still sore from it.

Time to go and game with the friends though - woohoo!

Work Sucks (plus one funny thing)

I currently work for Harry & David, the gift basket people. I get to put boxes on racks from the line, and wrap & tag them.

It gets hard to do that when the materials co-coordinator doesn't show up for half-hours at a time, meaning I get to move the racks (her job) myself. Which means the second big issue comes up - the guy taping the boxes. On the other hand, she only does this once a night, and she is usually busy - but not being aware.

The guy, Alfred I shall call him, seems to be the epitome of you can't teach an old dog new tricks. I have no idea how old he is, but he is at least 55+ - senior discount for sure. The issues :

• He doesn't look when he pushes a box through the tape machine but rarely. Once or twice a night. Which means if the line is full, the boxes start falling off at the bend. I am thankful we have a bend - a straight line falls over when overfilled, requiring it to be set back up, and all the boxes put back on.
• He is the taper - why do I have to change the tape? He has watched me do it, I have shown him how while telling him what I am doing, I have done everything but tell him to do it himself - I think I might, next time.
• He gets to put the fruit nutritional info inside - and doesn't always remember to tell us he needs more when he is just low. Today, again, we had to stop and wait for the supervisor to get some from upstairs. The entire time, baskests keep coming through the shrink wrap ovens, and piling up.

Sometimes I just want to bash his head in (and I got a hammer next to me at all times! It's tempting!)

On the other hand, someone (lets call her Trish) was doubting (for whatever reason) that one of our co-workers was Jewish. Someone else offered to ask for the first person, who was being a coward and not wanting to ask him herself. So, when the helpful coworker went and asked on behalf of Trish (making sure he knew Trish was the one wanting to know) if he knew what a dradle is, and what kosher was, she added in "Did your parents have a bris?"

Trish looks pretty when she is red in the face :)

To the Gym!

So I have finally done two workouts at the gym, not counting the initial one with a trainer.

Don't know if I will be able to get in again, since the rest of the week I have to worry about having enough sleep for both jobs, and doing it friday night/saturday morning at until 2am then going in again at 11am probably isn't wise ( to meet with the trainer again).