Today, I had 3 different bosses
trying to make me work on three different projects
Consequently, I got about 1/2 each of 2 of them done (I had to put the other guy off entirely).
Why do so many jobs make you feel worthless? Sometimes I feel like I have no responsibility
. Like I couldn't make a positive contribution
to the company's bottom line
if I wanted to, because my job
is specifically designed to prevent it. Granted, I have very few of those days, although I have worked
jobs in the past where every day was such a nightmare
(actually, yesterday, I'm revisiting this), I was particularly depressed
about not really accomplishing
much. I mentioned it in the daylog, and I'm talking about it again
here. Other than work, it was a great day.
Not every bad day at work is great otherwise, though. And so I present...
MY WORST EVER DAY AT WORK
Also: How I got the nickname Storm Damage
, I got my driver's license
suspended for not paying a ticket
on time. Well, since I deliver
for a living, having a suspended
DL was not a good thing
. I went to the county clerk, and paid the ticket, and took the receipt to the Department of Motor Vehicles
to get my license reinstated.
It is important to mention at this point that a hurricane
was approaching the city
that day, and was expected to hit town in the late afternoon. The reason this becomes important now is because I was turned away at the door of the DMV by a note
saying everyone had gone home to prepare for the storm
, and come back in two days when they would reopen, weather permitting
Well, as luck would have it, I was scheduled to work that night. Yes, delivering pizza
. Yes, in a hurricane.
If you've never driven in a hurricane, it can be kind of scary. It's not like what you'd expect
though. Mostly, it's just pouring down rain
. Like about 20 gallons hit your windshield
swipes. But then every once in a while a gust of wind
nudges your car, and that's when you're in danger
, because you tend to overcorrect
. And overcorrecting on an oily Florida
road in the rain is a bad thing.
Fortunately, this isn't a story of how I flipped my pickup and disfigured myself
However, i did have to dodge flying debris
a few times. And you can't imagine how many pies
I had. Sure my boss was a pig
for staying open during the storm to take advantage of the "rain rush". We were the only place in town who did. But on the other hand, we did a LOT of business
that night, and I cleaned up pretty well on tips.
Anyway, when 2:30AM rolled around and we were closed for the night and I was delivering my last pie, the storm had mostly abated. I cashed out
, worn out
, really pissed off
with stress from working the storm, and in a hurry to get home and smoke some serious pot
, squealed out of the parking lot
to go home, cutting off a cop
Flashing lights, glowering pig. Suspended license, threat of arrest. This cop grilled me
. I explained
that I had paid my ticket, had the receipt, and tried to take it to the DMV
but they were closed, but since he had bothered to pull me over, he wanted to try and get me for something
This pig was giving me a sobriety test
(I guess he has no faith that a professional driver would stay sober on the job
), searching me, tearing my car apart searching it, and coming up dry on everything (the herb was at home). I don't remember if he gave me a ticket for not having a license or for my busted headlight (yeah, I got that fixed the next day too), but I felt really oppressed by him.
So anyway, I made it home, feeling like shit, not even really wanting to get high anymore. I got home, to the house I had just moved into a few days earlier, to discover I had locked my keys inside.
I had had it
I was not going to wait around
in the patchy rain all night to call the landlord
in the morning. Nobody else had a key, and I hadn't made a copy
to hide under a rock
yet. So I grabbed a stick
a window on the door to let myself in.
The next day, I called up the landlord and told them what happened.
"Yeah, this tree branch blew through the window last night during the storm. I hung a plastic bag over the hole. Do you think you can send someone over to fix it?"
loved the story. They all pointed at the "Storm Damage
" I had made and laughed.
Now, I'm a fairly clumsy
individual. I tend to break things. Plus, I'm kinda messy. So as you can imagine, before long, my friends would make comments about the "Storm Damage
" that had hit my apartment, and woul laugh out "Whoops! Storm Damage
!" whenever I would trip over something and break
it. It became the running joke
about me, and I started signing my emails
to them with it, and then using it widely as a nickname
Most of my friends still call me Johnny
in person, though.