The New Guy

I decided to do my God Time last night before I went to bed.  Yes, it was late, but I probably wasn't going to be able to sleep, anyway.  So I did it, glad I did.  I hate missing a day. 

I had a hard time falling asleep as usual, and didn't get a lot of sleep.  I did have Torbie! in my bed which was awesome.  My alarm went off, I reset it. 

It went off again, and Biscuit was in my bed, begging, so I got up.  I fed the beasts and took my shower.  I got dressed.  Our ride arrived on time. 

The driver got off the van like every joint in his body was killing him.  He was older, and significantly overweight.  I reminded myself this is my future, walking like that, if I don't cut some carbs.  He loaded Ron and literally moaned as he bent over to secure the wheelchair.  I felt bad for him, but also impatient.  Not very loving, I told God I was sorry. 

He drove very slowly, too.  We got to work OK and he unloaded us.  Ron was in a bad mood, and complaining.  He was angry I wouldn't "let" him open the door.  That makes it harder for me and I would rather open it myself, that way I don't have to worry about it slipping and crushing my hand. 

That's the only bad thing about this wheelchair, it is so narrow it doesn't provide any protection if a door closes on the chair while I'm pushing it.  It will crush my hand, and it hurts.  Quite a bit.  And I need my hands.  A traditional wheelchair does provide protection, as it's wider. 

We went in, after I remembered to mail Ron's books.  I noticed the driver was still out front.  Maybe eating the candy I gave him, I don't know. 

We went in.  We had been gone 3 days, but it didn't look like it.  We still had a fair amount of inventory in all the machines.  I still had Cheetos.  Ron still had Cokes. 

We got to work stocking.  I did my work and helped Ron with his.  After I finished doing snacks, I devoted my time to helping Ron exclusively.  That made him feel better.  It must be hard to need help but I'm busy, and not wanting to ask anyway. 

So we did that.  It took a couple of hours.  Then Ron got a phone call, our new Dr Pepper guy was on the way.  Ron gave him directions.  Ron also found out he will be our regular driver now. 

There are varying accounts of what happened with the old guy.  The guy, himself, says his kids' mother got him fired.  The new guy said "He was doing some bad things".  None of my business, anyway. 

The new guy came right as directed and parked the truck.  He had a helper and they unloaded our order.  For some reason, they had about 20, two liter bottles of Dr Pepper on top of our order.  I said no thanks to that!  Diet Dr I might have taken some.

I showed the guy (deliverymen can come in the building, if they are escorted by a vendor) to our location.  It's a long walk.  We unloaded the cart, only 23 cases (one was broken and I refused it).  I got him some treats (I want to be "the good stop") and sent him on his way. 

We didn't have long after that to our pickup.  We left.  Ron got a "callout" meaning our ride was due in 10 minutes.  I decided to stop by the other guys' location and get a snack, I was hungry.  Ron had a fit and started panicking we were "going to get left".  I kept telling him we had 10 minutes, but he was irrational.  So I left.  As I'm pushing him out, he tells me to go back, we have 10 minutes. 

I knew that.  I told him no, if the thought of me getting a snack was going to make him panic I would wait.  He got upset at that.  He kept yelling at me. 

Our ride came.  There was a slow guy in the front seat.  He was manic.  It happens.  Developmentally delayed people can have mental illness just like everyone else, but this guy wasn't taking his lithium. 

Ron and I have a code for "Boy, that person is manic".  "Big L".  Ron was trying to get the guy to shut up, but he wouldn't.  The guy kept complaining "The driver told me no" - well, people are going to tell you "no" in your life, you had better get used to hearing it. 

The driver was pretty exasperated, she had apparently picked this guy up on the south side and driven him probably 30-40 miles to us, just so he could go to a grocery store 2 miles from my house.  He had apparently been bothering her the whole way. 

Ron finally said "Why don't you be quiet?  You're causing a safety hazard!" and the driver exclaimed "Yes!".  Poor woman. 

That's when I said "Big L" to Ron, and he agreed with me.  Ron did the old "I bet you can't be quiet for 5 minutes" game and the guy dialed it back.  He wasn't quiet, but he was better. 

We got home and I unloaded Ron.  I took him in the house.  Biscuit was frantic, meowing.  I finally looked at his bowl - empty!  I fed him another 1/3 of a cup and took a nap. 

Torbie! joined me.  Always a nice nap with Torbie.  She's such a nice cat. 

I woke up before my alarm, with a headache.  The courier is coming anytime now and I need to give him the package, and pay him (accounting papers!  Not dope!). 

I need to add some tape to that envelope.  I'll be back.  OK, I got it.  The plastic was ripped - I had one of those giant padded envelopes. 

Later on we are going to get some dinner,that will be nice.  The headache is gone and the headache pills have me revved enough to be coherent. 

Caffeine, if carefully used, can be a bonus.  But I don't want to be enslaved to it, slurping down mega-mugs of coffee every morning and then wondering why I can't sleep at night. 

That's it for now!