She'll be riding six white horses when she comes!

My daughter is sitting on the floor playing with a musical toy. She's rocking back and forth singing, "When she comes, when she comes, when she coooooomes!" I can't think of anything else, so that'll work...

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Location: Mesquite, Texas, United States

As an employee for Frito Lay, I deliver chips to grocery stores, merchandise the product, and control the inventory. I put in way too many hours a day because I pay too much attention to the nit-picky little details. And I'm slow. But I get to drive a 24 foot long straight truck, which requires not a CDL but a certification to drive it. It's fun. I wish all I had to do was drive!

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

General gripes....

Hello!
Well, today was a long day. At least it felt like it. I'm so irritated with this whole thing going on at work right now. The bosses tweaked all the routes, I had just gotten my route all cleaned up, figured out, when they did this. I lost one store and gained two more. So now I have to clean up those two stores and figure the whole thing out again. Now I'm servicing four stores, I don't hardly have time to do anything at one store before I need to be getting to the next. My last stop used to be made at 6 or 8AM, now I'm getting there at 12 or 1PM, at least the manager hasn't done anything more than glance at his watch, tap it, hold it to his ear and ask, "What time is it?!" He's actually been very good-natured, which isn't what I remember him being like from the last time I had his store for a while.

I'm thinking it's time for a career change.

But what?

I'm thinking I might like to become a nutritionist. That would take some serious considration, though.

I like my job at Frito. I do. I just don't like all the baloney that comes along with it. Everyone I talk to who used to work for Frito is always glad that they aren't there any more (except for guys who went from a Frito route to a Baird's bread route). I'd like to meet someone who really likes their job. And ask what is it that makes them like it so much. I'll go work in their field.

Ok, I guess. Oh, I heard from my realtor, she is not giving up on getting this house financed for me. She said if the lender we're working with can't help us we'll find someone who will. So I'm holding my breath!

Ok, I gotta go. The toothpicks aren't working anymore. I've been up since 1AM and it's 6:45PM now. And I worked almost 14 hours. Yuck.

All for now!
God bless you!

Liz

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

What time is it?

OK, I just saw the time at the bottom of the previous post, it is NOT four o'clock in the afternoon it is seven-thirty in the evening. And yes, I am late for bed. Hey, you try working 12 hours a day and getting up at one or two o'clock in the morning!

OK, g'nite!
Liz

"So little to see and so much time! Wait, reverse that..." Willy Wonka

Why oh why am I doing this now?! I had a long day at work, not enough sleep, and it's getting late already. I need to be in bed getting some sleep!

Ok, a scenario: 3 times in the past couple of weeks, someone has approached me in a store to ask for help with something. The first one was a woman. She was in a wheel chair and seemed slightly retarded. The second one was a young hispanic man who knew very little English. The third was your average guy, here in Texas "average" is country-western hick. OK. The one thing that happened with all three? They all called me "sir". The woman pulled up behind me in her wheel chair and said, "Sir? Sir?" She needed me to reach something for her. Seeing her disability I dismissed the gender title mix-up. The hispanic man I can easily figure not knowing English would get confused. After all, senor, senora, in Spanish. Why not sir, sirra, in English? He just said, "Excuse me sir, you speak English?" OK, anyway, I dismissed him, too. The third... I was hurrying one way, he was coming from the other direction, also hurrying. As I started to pass him he whirled around suddenly - "Excuse me, sir, do you know where-" At which I kind of exploded, "Do I look like a sir?!! I mean, this is the third time in two weeks! I'm wearing a skirt!Do I look like a sir??!!!" I was laughing and grinning as I hollered good-naturedly, it was so oddly amusing to me. The guy was laughing, too, and apologizing, he wasn't looking, he didn't mean to - ok, ok. Anyway.

The day after that I told the story to three different people. The first was one of my back-door receivers, who snorted at people's stupidity. The second was my best friend there at Frito-Lay who laughed and teased and said he would call me "sir" from now on. The third was another back-door receiver who analyzed the situation, pointed out my polo shirts are more on the masculine style, and although the hair, straight and cut just below the ears, might look boyish, it's still well within socially accepted standards as feminine. Also, he said despite feminism, when people go looking for help, they generally end up addressing a guy. I might argue with that one, but I'm terrible at asking for help, so I guess I wouldn't know.

Well, I guess that's all the really interesting stuff that's happened lately. The rest is the same ol' thing. The bosses made changes to all the routes and that took effect this past Sunday. My route went from a three-store route to a four-store route. So if I want to do this job without killing myself, I will have to figure out some short-cuts! Monday I only had one cart-load of product going into each store, plus back-stock to go through. Today I had two per store, plus the back-stock. Tomorrow I have to change the displays in two stores since their weekly ad comes out tomorrow. It has to be done before the stores open, so I need to go to bed because I have to start early!!! So good night!

Liz

PS. I know the time below says this was posted in the 4 o'clock hour. That's like, Atlantic time? It is 7:25PM CST now. And yes, I go to bed early. I get up unbelievably early, like 1 or 2AM!!

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Thanksgiving Day

Well, happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope it was a good day, mine was. I packed up the kids and zipped over to my sister's house to spend the afternoon. Her other family was already there, and when I arrived the only people still missing were Mom and Dad. They arrived shortly and the festivities began. There was duck, turkey, ham, green bean casserole, creamed spinach, candied sweet potatoes, garlic mashed potatoes, potatoes au gratin, rolls, chips and dips, wine, and soda pop for those under age. I opted for water myself, and my kids the same. I did taste the sweet wine my Dad had brought, which was sweet upon first taste, but immediately followed the sourness of the fermented fruit juice and another minute brought on the warmth of the alcohol. I politely declined. As for the food, I had a little of everything the first time and the second time I polished off a couple of the dishes. I ate too much, I was full through Friday.

Friday I had to do laundry. I got everything in the car, it was 3:30 when I remembered I first had to get the car checked. The radiator was dry. I needed to get it checked for a leak. So off we went to the dealership (I have an extended warranty, thank goodness!). They said I needed a new radiator, and that I shouldn't drive it until they get it fixed. Well, how long would it take? The new part wouldn't arrive until Tuesday. Am I covered for a rental car? Two days. Today is Friday, it's almost 5PM, so I could have the rental until Sunday evening. Then I would need a car Monday and Tuesday to get to work. Well, I knew I had things to do on my days off. So I opted to rent the car now and get a ride to work on Monday and Tuesday. My philosophy, worry about now, cross tomorrow's bridge when you come to it. Maybe that's a good way to describe procrastination? I dunno. But that's what I did.

So we ended up doing laundry on Saturday. I don't like doing laundry any day. It would be fine if I had the facilities in-house, but they're not. This apartment doesn't even offer washer/dryer hook-ups. So laundry waits until my days off and then a two or three hour visit to the laundromat ensues. But at least it's done.

Well, gotta run.

God bless!

Liz

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

She ain't comin' now!

Howdy!
It's been a while, I know. Sorry. I've been so busy lately. It looks like financing for the house is falling through. Which doesn't bother me. This house wasn't the house of my dreams, it was just a cute little house, and I needed it soon since my apartment lease was up. But oh well, I can just stay in the apartment a little longer. I'm irked by the investment I had to make just to try to buy the house, though. Money invested for the appraisal and inspection is not refunded. But oh well. I'll just have to wait. I'll just have to find another house and try again.

AJ is in the living room "reading" his library books. It's pretty cool, you can read a simple story to him a few times and then he can "read" it to Anya because he's got it memorized! Rhyming stories and stories with repetitive lines are great for him. However... A few weeks ago they went to the library with Gramma, who got a book about a little black train. By the time the book was returned, both of them were running around the house singing the rhyme and giggling hysterically. I'd be in the kitchen and out of the blue they'd start, and speed up as they sing:

"Elephants stomp in two big packs
and the yellow ducks go 'quack quack quack'
while dancing around the acrobats
who sing on the cars with the talking yaks
and the red caboose is in the back
of the little black train going down the track,
clickety-clack, clickety-clack."

Their piping voices would be going so fast that they'd dissolve into giggles and you couldn't understand the last two lines. Especially Anya. She doesn't speak quite as clearly as AJ yet (she is a year younger, give her time) so the giggles only made it nearly impossible to understand.

They can also tell you everything you may ever want to know about Thomas the Tank Engine. I oughtta hire them out to a direct hotline number for kids. "You got questions? We've got answers. I'm AJ and this is my sister Anya and we're here for you 24 hours a day, unless we're sleeping which we do for about 12 hours of the day." Then they could start buying their own diapers.

Oh well, I gotta run. I'm very tired.

God Bless!

Liz