Well, it has been two weeks at work. It is going well, all I do is unload trailers in the morning. Time moves right along, I have small little victories when I'm done with a trailer or a giant pile of boxes it's, well okay I guess. I like the physical labor, and fast paced work. I have been assigned my own door, so most of the time I am by my self. Some have said that it is a good sign to be by myself. The other workers have said they "alika my a style". That remains to be seen.
This morning was not my best. I had two small boxes seemingly not a problem. Well the tape must have been dried spit or something. One I just had to look at. Anyway I grabbed one, poof hundreds of fliers. Yea, I saw the other one, poof hundreds of fliers what a mess. That is how this morning went. I recovered and finished.
The mid morning nod offs haven't been as bad as the first week. Amelia is a good kid when I am "resting my eyes" I usually find a blanket on me courtesy of my daughter. The other morning when I was um, grumpy. Amelia was aware of it and said "daddy it's okay Jesus still loves you". I love that kid. Go Texas, Hook'em Jason