The Move: The Battle

I'm looking at Saturdays adventure as one that began on Thursday. Thursday I started the DSD for the first time and I did the same on Friday. This could be why some things happened as they did.

Friday night, after a grueling two 14-hour days, I get a call from my landlady informing me that the only street access I have is completely blocked by some earth-hippie thing. So what is my only option at 1215 at night when I'm checking my voicemail after work? FREAK OUT. I called home only to get grandma, which only succeeds in frustrating me more because she has no handle on reality anymore.

But I have resolved to get up and try my best. I set my alarm and crawl in with the BF. Only to wake up really really late because my phone was on vibrate. It was 9am and I needed to be at my folks at 8am to get the truck. Oops. So I speed down the interstate, and would have been home by 10am, but the exit sign on 495 got in my way.

Did you know that they total cars when the air bag is deployed? So my folks wont be getting my car after all :(

After all is said and done, we don't get up into the city until about 230 and the truck needs to be in by 4. On top of that, my father, he who never gets lost, got lost. A few phone calls gets us an extension for the truck, but the issue of the hippie party is still at hand. It was set up in such a way as to block just the dead end streets... I'm sure I'm not the only one who was inconvenienced by this whole stupid set up. Fortunately, a little negotiation with the police got the UHaul in, but my folks couldn't leave until the Hippie Fest was over (so much for the extension on the truck...).

Fortunately I had my BF and my brother as extra hands to mom, dad and me... I was glad of the extra help, especially since I was sporting a sprained wrist. This was, however, the first time my folks got to meet Brent. Everyone was out of it, and the whole thing did not go as I hoped it would. My folks hardly said anything to him, him to them and I had just been in a car accident and was still suffering from the double DSD that I could hardly function, so I couldn't get them to interact. It was poo.

...as was the rest of the day. But on the brighter side of things, I was victorious in moving, regardless of the obstacles.

And so it begins...

I started at Trader Joe's finally. My first major impression is that people do like working there. At Wal Mart, when we get a trainee, the banter is like "Welcome to hell" "fresh meat" and similar by-the-way-this-place-will-kill-you-in-the-long-run jokes. This was not the case at TJ's. People were joking around, but not in a way that negatively reflected the store. That was a shock to me. I also was shocked to learn that part time just means that you aren't a manager, so I can get 40 hours a week if I want (and I do! I do!).

My first night on the floor was last night. It was also the first night that I pulled the 6am-noon at the bakery and 430pm-midnight at TJ's. I plunged right into whatever I was told to do, mostly freezing with the frozens until the truck came and we put away all the refer (actual TJ's lingo for refrigerated goods... I thought it was funny too). So far I like the folks I'm working with, everyone was friendly and helpful and that's really reassuringly for a newbie. I was able to joke around and have a good time... a lot of that comes from not feeling nervous about this job. I have no apprehensions of any kind... I wasn't even nervous on my first day, it was great.

Meanwhile in the bakery... each day I've gone in this week there has been a new injury. I had a bad mishap with a vegetable slicer and the next day I burnt myself with hot coffee. I felt like a winner at least when I managed to not swear during each boo boo. It also gave me a reason to buy Hello Kitty band aids <3

Today is my second day of the Double Shift of Doom (DSD) but it's only half way through. I decided to cut into my nap time and blog a bit... Greenpeace managed to cut away about an hour (I randomly signed up for stuff when approached on the street...I guess... it is Greenpeace...) so I figured why not waste more time? My family will pay for it tomorrow when they try to help me move in (poor folks). Unfortunately, I have to be on my best behavior because Brent will be meeting them and my new roommates will be forming a new opinion of me... damn.... should have slept... I blame the turkey/peasant I saw in the middle of Coolidge Corner (no joke, once I figure out how to get pictures off my phone I'll post it!)

One hour to nap, another to shower and then it's TJ time! Woo Hoo!