Gone Daddy Gone
As much as it's nice to be working again, the new training schedule that my new job has is rather gruelling. Nothing a few Bacardi and cokes won't cure, but gruelling all the same.
This morning, for instance, I was up at 4 o'fucking clock in the morning to get to work by 5am to go on a route ride with with one of our route reps (code term for 'driver').
Ugh. After 3 months of waking up whenever the hell I wanted to, 4am comes awfully early.
I got home around 1pm, but have been an absolute zombie all day. I feel like a virgin at a strip club: eyes glazed, mouth askew, drool creeping from the corners of my mouth.
I'm in a daze. I'm crabby. I snap at the kids. Have conversations with my wife that I don't remember having 15 minutes later. It...uh...sorta sucks.
The job itself is going swimmingly. I'm learning a lot, getting to know my co-workers, and basically getting myself ingratiated to the corporate machine. A fellow sales schmuck had a come-to-jesus meeting with me yesterday on the way to a presentation meeting, basically giving me the low-down on everything that was wrong with the company I'm working for (oh, I sell laundry, by the way...ask if you dare). It wasn't even remotely eye opening. I could see most of it from my first day on the job, and a lot of it was shit I was used to from working rental service sales with Audio Visual companies of the past. Sales vs. Service...same old shit.
ACTUAL POKER CONTENT: Just finish busting EVERYONE (and I mean EVERONE) at my 6 max .05/.10 table for a profit of $16.45 in about a half an hour. I forgive Full Tilt for any wrong doing yesterday. END POKER CONTENT.
Back to my point. I need a routine. A schedule. Something that's different everyday, gives me a variety of different people and experiences day-to-day, but with somewhat regular hours. Everything is constantly changing during this transition period, and it's wearing me out (I'm 34 for chrissakes, change=baaaad).
Anyway, haven't posted any real-life stuff in awhile, and thought I'd get something down on virtual paper, so when my kids need to see a day-in-the-life of good ol' pops, all they have to do is scan their barcode, tab over to 'dad' and see this entry.