I can talk all day about God time and faith.
It doesn't mean a thing if I'm not living it. Example?
The party next door went on until well after 10. I guess they assumed that, since it was a school holiday, everyone had Monday off and could sleep as late as they liked.
I'm sure they weren't thinking about us, having to get up at 2 AM for work. I got up at 1:45 to take my shower, and then Ron took his bath. Our ride came at 3:30. I battled tremendous urges to make noise enough to wake them up next door and let them know we were leaving. I did not. I did like Ron's "air horn" idea, but we wouldn't do that to the innocent neighbors, or even the "bad" ones.
If I'm claiming Jesus I do have to represent him. That's one thing that made me so angry last night: this guy told 2 guys from our church, he was saved, 2 years ago. He's not acting like it, having loud parties late on work nights. He also played games with the volume, turning if off for a couple minutes, then turning it up very loud, then down again... we had to call the police twice.
We worked until well after 10. I had to receive 2 orders and help put away half a pallet of canned soda. We also had a storm front come in, but happily we missed that.
When I got home, both neighbor cars were in the driveway - they had a nice day off, sleeping in. I was tempted, again, to say "We're home from work now, having worked 8 hours on 3 hour's of sleep! How was your night?"
I didn't. I did mutter something about it being nice to sleep in late after having a loud party the night before.
It's funny - most of the time they are very quiet, but when he goes off he goes off! From what I can tell they aren't drinking as much, during the parties. But they are still drinking enough that loud music, 9-10 at night, on a worknight, seems like a really good idea.
Enough about them. I didn't act hatefully, and neither did Ron.
We picked up our friend, who works for the other vendor. He asked me to call ahead of time, if I'm on a ride that's coming to get him. Whenever I call his wife picks up, talks to me for a minute, and passes the phone on to her husband.
I think she may be worried. Trust me, she's got nothing to worry about. My "housekeeping" would give the poor man a heart attack even if I did "steal" him, which I wouldn't.
He's just a nice Christian coworker - I can see Jesus in him. He has a good servant's heart and is always happy to help. He's the one who fixed my label gun.
We got to work stocking, once we arrived at work. I got snacks. Ron did drinks. When sandwiches came, I stocked them. We may lose power in the next couple days, for a while, so I will need to keep an eye on the food machines.
They also decided to move our refrigerator/freezer unit. I think Ron stuck too far out into the hall when he'd fill it. They seem to be moving it a few feet back and off a couple feet to the left, which is great. I was worried it would be way off at the other end of the building.
The boss called me. I find that interesting: management, customers, and the boss all prefer to talk to me, these days. I think it's because I don't react, I just work to make them happy and get it done. Ron tends to be more reactive and volatile - the head injury.
Anyway, the boss is bringing our new-to-us food machine, tomorrow. "I guess we'll take Wednesday off" I replied. I had Ron call our repair guy, who will take out the old lock before the boss shows up. I don't care how he does it as long as the lock is out.
Hopefully the new machine will come with a manual. If not I'll try to round one up, online. I'm pretty good at that.
The other machines were fine. I paid a few refunds. I have a bunch of angry looking palm prints on one of my snack machines - something is hanging up, and people are shaking it loose. I need to know what it is so I can fix it.
I cleaned all the glass fronts when I left, of course.
I fixed the glitchy, rip-off snack machine. If I could get it swapped for an older one I'd do it in a second.
My K-cups are all sold out. I'm glad Ron "let" me sell them. I provide a K-cup, a sugar packet, a creamer packet, and a coffee cup, for 75 cents. It's the same price as a large cup of coffee machine coffee, much better, and far more reliable than the coffee vending machine.
I don't think I need to tell you, never buy coffee from a vending machine. I made up another 30+ cups and stocked them.
Food machines looked good with the drinks, and sandwiches. I saved a sub for the delivery guy, who almost had a stroke pushing the pallet jack up the ramp (he didn't have "the good truck").
Ron teased me about giving away the inventory, but I think he admires that - I try to minister to everyone I meet. Including, and especially, him.
Which is why, when we got home, I took my medication and went to bed. I knew I would be pretty ugly if I didn't.
I had a pretty good nap. I don't know if I hallucinated some noises or they truly existed, but they're gone now and I slept anyway. I'm calling that a win.
Now off to do my God Time, because I was "bad" and didn't do it BEFORE using the computer (my policy).
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