HARTFORWARD
We've been doing our new sort method for the last couple of weeks. Every few days, they try to change something to make it work more smoothly. They moved the initial scanners up the belt, leaving part of the recently cut out sections open and allowing the packages to get caught and fall off the belt. I've taken to standing in that spot to make sure they don't more than sorting which side they go on. Now, we put some of the walls back up and we're doing the sorting in that section. It's still not going well. Not enough room to work, and they keep changing things so it's hard to learn. So far I'm the only constant.
Today was the first day of Connecticon in Hartford. I had decided to go despite the fact the fun part of going, hanging with Liz, isn't gonna be much of an option this time. So far, I'm regretting it. I ended up stuck in traffic most of the way up. I got off I-95 and took the backroads for most of the jaunt, but got held up a bit towards the end. A 2 1/2 hour trip took me 6 hours. As it was already late, I was sure everyone had gone home by then so opted to just settle in.
Of course, stupid me, I realized I had forgotten my toiletries in all my packing. The closest pharmacy was already closed and I couldn't recall any others in the area, so I grabbed some food and went back to the hotel to check out the internet. Figures, the only open place was almost 2 miles away...through a shitty neighborhood, and right behind where Liz lives. Well, I finished eating and walked on over. I was thinking to myself hopefully Liz wasn't around and didn't see me thinking I'm stalking her or something, and then I saw a car that was ALMOST like hers in the parking lot. Similar shape, right color, right manufacturer, wrong make. But that was funny as hell, though. I was able to secure travel sized stuff for everything except shampoo and walked on back.
Thing is, having not yet seen any of the people I came all this way to see, I was feeling kinda lonely. Everyone I know is either sleeping or out partying, meaning nobody to chat with. I was thinking about blogging about how much of an outsider I feel like sometimes as I was walking when I got shit on. Yeah, that's right; a bird shat on me. I laughed. I guess the universe was telling me to just suck it up. So that's what I'm gonna do. I just need to figure out a cure for the loneliness that doesn't involve just dating. Yeah, that's right...I cut you certain people off there. You know who you are.
In other news, Tommy won't be making the BBQ next weekend. The dipshit, despite my NUMEROUS tellings, thought it was the 12th. He has jury duty and told me, till I reminded him--AGAIN--it was the 8th, which is now his GF's bday and he'll be in Virginia with her family. Seriously, I don't wanna hear any shit that I don't make any kinda effort to hang out with people or I'm always too busy. Every time I try, THAT happens. Hell, I'm still waiting for my bike ride with Tina!
Today was the first day of Connecticon in Hartford. I had decided to go despite the fact the fun part of going, hanging with Liz, isn't gonna be much of an option this time. So far, I'm regretting it. I ended up stuck in traffic most of the way up. I got off I-95 and took the backroads for most of the jaunt, but got held up a bit towards the end. A 2 1/2 hour trip took me 6 hours. As it was already late, I was sure everyone had gone home by then so opted to just settle in.
Of course, stupid me, I realized I had forgotten my toiletries in all my packing. The closest pharmacy was already closed and I couldn't recall any others in the area, so I grabbed some food and went back to the hotel to check out the internet. Figures, the only open place was almost 2 miles away...through a shitty neighborhood, and right behind where Liz lives. Well, I finished eating and walked on over. I was thinking to myself hopefully Liz wasn't around and didn't see me thinking I'm stalking her or something, and then I saw a car that was ALMOST like hers in the parking lot. Similar shape, right color, right manufacturer, wrong make. But that was funny as hell, though. I was able to secure travel sized stuff for everything except shampoo and walked on back.
Thing is, having not yet seen any of the people I came all this way to see, I was feeling kinda lonely. Everyone I know is either sleeping or out partying, meaning nobody to chat with. I was thinking about blogging about how much of an outsider I feel like sometimes as I was walking when I got shit on. Yeah, that's right; a bird shat on me. I laughed. I guess the universe was telling me to just suck it up. So that's what I'm gonna do. I just need to figure out a cure for the loneliness that doesn't involve just dating. Yeah, that's right...I cut you certain people off there. You know who you are.
In other news, Tommy won't be making the BBQ next weekend. The dipshit, despite my NUMEROUS tellings, thought it was the 12th. He has jury duty and told me, till I reminded him--AGAIN--it was the 8th, which is now his GF's bday and he'll be in Virginia with her family. Seriously, I don't wanna hear any shit that I don't make any kinda effort to hang out with people or I'm always too busy. Every time I try, THAT happens. Hell, I'm still waiting for my bike ride with Tina!

