In that it's a blow by blow of all the non-issues that drive me to distraction, not in reference to someone running amuck with a gun.
8:36 AM : Arrive at the store only six minutes late, still beat the boss, so no worries.
9:28 AM : Already running out of things to do, orders are scarce, so I spend as much time as possible in the kitchen area, making coffee very slowly. Eventually get flushed out by chatty co-worker who doesn't understand the 'iPod as repellent'
9:41 AM : Move fresh flowers around in cooler for about fifteen minutes, again until flushed by a co-worker. Begin to wonder what the life of a quail is like. Leave cooler, return to desk, defeated.
9:45 AM : The boss finally arrived awhile ago, she now comes out of her office, announces a new pricing on Italian Ruscus, a greenery we use as a filler for heighth in fresh arrangements. It is now $4.00 a stem, because we need to be more aware of how much money we put into each arrangement, and are apparently on a 'budgetary probation', courtesy of our parent store who think that we have no idea about our cost of goods. It occurs to me that this could have something to do with the entire cooler full of roses that we threw away after Valentine's day because we perennially over-order, but I manage to keep this thought to myself.
10:04 AM : I am told to load a group of 15 arrangements and table linens and deliver them to the country club, which feels like any port in a storm, given today's boredom. I load and get the hell out of Dodge.
10:25 AM : Arrive at country club, fight my way through obviously color-blind golfers. The main entrance of the country club stands dark, as does the upstairs where I have to set up. The $5,000 a year membership doesn't buy one something as simple as electricity, it would seem, but you can sweat in the sun on our manicured lawns as much as you'd like.
10:30 AM : Every member of waitstaff is on their own cellular phone, chattering away. Not wanting to be left out, I try to call K, to no avail.
10:45 AM : K calls me back, I'm somewhat brusque with her; the moment has passed.
10:55 AM : Finish set-up, puzzle over the extra table they have set out, when questioned, I'm assured that they "always set up extra, just in case". The woman seems unflinching in this, and refuses to see how odd said table looks without a centerpiece, I eventually give up, I don't know anyone who'll be at this function anyway, why am I fighting about it?
11:15 AM : Arrive back at store, dread hitting me like a bucket of water...is it still so fucking slow? I stall in the van for a few minutes before screwing up my courage and heading inside.
11:25 AM : Van unloaded, I move it to the remote parking area down the block near our storage building, traipse my ass back, wishing we had a shuttle like at the airport, wondering what the driver would get paid if we did. Then I remember our 'budgetary probation', and decide we couldn't hire anyone new even if we wanted to.
11:32 AM : Immediately get pounced on by someone who wants to tell me about all the bitchiness and cat-fighting that I missed in my absence, and goes on to tell me that I have somehow complimented the offending party recently, something I find rather distressing, because I don't remember saying any such a damned thing. If I'm going to be starting in with the blackouts, I'd better start drinking more, I want to at least have some fun to show for losing my memory.
11:45 AM : A delivery guy brings in Italian food, which alarms me, as I fully plan on taking a lunch. Take out food coming into the store is generally a classic sign of 'we're working through lunch today', so I make the mistake of asking. Our third in command is a verbose woman who can tell you the exact same information four times in the space of one run-on sentence, by frustratingly reiterating the facts over and over again. After a five minute dissertation about the fact that we need to clock out for lunch, that we take a lunch hour, that we can take some of the food with us, etc, I just put my headphones back in, as she seemed to be addressing anyone who would listen until she ran out of breath. No one seemed to notice that I'd lost interest.
12:05 PM : Leave for lunch, ignore free food.Lunch at home with K, play with dog, desperately look for new Podcasts online for this afternoon, as I know it's only going to get worse.
1:01 PM : Return from lunch a few minutes early, curse self for those minutes that I'll never get back.
1:15 PM : Boss in a tizzy over her own party set up; watch with more than a little amusemant as co-worker makes a point of interrupting her to ask about changing spelling on a name for an order for a few days from now. Party is in four hours, boss' exasperation palpable.
2:10 PM : The flower processor comes in, he and I compare notes over the various power struggles of the past few days. I try unsuccessfully to convince him to wear his graduation gown to work the day after he graduates, but I don't think he's having it.
3:07 PM : There is quite officially nothing left to do for the day, and we still have 2 and 1/2 hours left. I begin to wonder if it is moments of boredom like this when we start talking amongst ourselves that leads to the hostilities that later surface. Idle hands are the Devil's playground, ladies...
3:40 PM : Chat with the processor some more, spend some time filling the vase stock, spend even more time moving boxes around in the storage area, stalling for time until 5:30.
4:05 PM : Press play on the final podcast from Stomp Tokyo
that I have on the iPod, and a wave of panic hits me, will this kill enough time before we get to leave?
Then I remember the twelve hours of music that is also on there and stop sweating. I won't be forced into conversation with anyone. Whew.
4:55 PM : Boredom becomes such that I start looking for small personal projects to work on, and after surreptitiously balancing my checkbook, I begin calling numbers in my cell phone's phone book that I haven't spoken with in ages, hoping to update numbers at the very least.
5:05 PM : Catch my friend Chris, and end up riding out the clock with him until 5:30, getting caught up on each other's lives.
5:30 PM : Clocked out while still on the phone, spoke to no one as I left, and didn't look back, for fear of turning into a pillar of salt.Repeat as necessary, five days a week.
Labels: Boring, iPod, Podcasts, Workday