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13 October 2016 @ 04:07 pm
Okay. So I'm assigned to replenishments, and toward the end of the night I have to pull one from ZP112J. I line up the forks and slip them into the pallet . . . no problem. But the product weighs less than a wet kitten and is on a slip sheet that catches of the pallet in the next slot, so while I'm pulling it out it slides halfway off the back of the pallet!


So there I am, thankful nobody else is in sight, trying to finnesse the pallet back under the slip sheet . . . when the leading wheeld of the Raymond's outriggers get stuck under the racking.


I can't just straighten the wheels, floor it, and pop back out. The Raymond's just too underpowered for that. So I have to work the wheels back and forth, swinging the forks way up in the J level wildly back and forth in the process, while not completely losing the product still desperately hanging onto the back of the pallet.

Somehow I managed to wiggle the wheels free, leaving me only yhe little problem of the pallet. By patiently (Oh, good, still no witnesses!) pushing the pallet in an inch and pulling the product two inches out, pushing the pallet in an inch and pulling the product two inches out, I worked it close enough to the edge to bring it down the slow and intact way, scanned the LPN, and founx the destination.

ZP1111. Across the aisle. And it wasn't empty.


Okay, I've only got a couple dozen boxes to drop off. I can make them fit. Then I ditch the empty pallet and look for my next destination.


And it wants me to take it to ZP1111.

No. Just no.

But I had to pull the pallet down so I could scan it before I could tell it no.

And I can't just lift it back up to ZR102J.

Because there's an open slot closer to ZP1111, I guess.


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01 November 2015 @ 12:41 pm
There was the butternut squash I carved in January just for the fun of it. I've also been meaning, for quite some time, to carve a turnip, and this year I finally did it!

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch"intrate!Collapse )
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Current Music: Robots
11 April 2015 @ 02:12 pm
Last week — not this one, which was normalish, but the one before — was tough. I had a twelve-day work week, for one thing. But a lull in one of the blurred-together days produced this cartoon. I "penciled" and lettered it in black gel rollerball (glorified ballpoint) and the monkey girl later inked it in Sharpie.

Geese cartoon b

The idea actually comes from a few days earlier, when I was driving to work like a maniac, having left late as usual, and saw a couple of geese standing in a puddle in a field. The whole thing sprang to mind pretty much as you see it, except that I would have liked to stop and take pictures and add word balloons.
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Current Music: some Scooby Doo thing
01 February 2015 @ 03:45 pm
I think the pictures speak for themselves!Collapse )
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Current Music: Elmo Singing with the Stars
11 January 2015 @ 08:11 pm
It's been a bit cold and snowy lately. I like winter, and I'm not inclined to consider -30° wind chill to be some kind of unusual natural disaster, but it can be inconvenient.

A few days ago, while I was 30 miles away at work, it started to snow. It was coming down pretty enthusiastically, and by the time I was heading home at 10:30, the roads were a bit of a mess.

38 night
That's a state highway through the middle of the biggest metropolis in DeKalb County.

A few days later, the roads weren't much better. The wind had dried out the snow a little, and it was blowing around so much the road between towns was invisible at times under a sheet of drifting whiteness skimming a few inches above the ground. That, or it was churned to slushy guck in the towns!

4th day
A different state highway in the same major metropolis

On a different note . . .

sosoclever is making supper right now. I helped a little, cutting up the butternut squash. Of course, I did what anybody else would do in that situation . . .


I carved a face in it . . .


turned off the lights, and ran around the house with a flashlight stuck inside it!
Current Mood: sillysilly
27 October 2014 @ 11:12 am
I, Mummy has posted what must be my favorite Batman.
01 October 2014 @ 01:35 am
My arms and legs are covered with bruises. I have to clip away the ragged edges of broken nails at least twice a week, so I haven't even bothered with nail polish for a couple months now. I barely get to see sosoclever most days, and the kids hardly at all except on the weekends. I have an hour commute in the early afternoon and another hour back in the late evening. But I like it. It's a low-stress job. I race around on one of these, trying to beat my best time. Most of the people are friendly and helpful.

Yeah, I've had worse jobs. Much, much worse.

We had to work Saturday. I disliked the short notice, but I liked the overtime. They sent us home after four hours, though, and if I'm going to drive an hour each way on a Saturday, I'd rather get the whole eight hours.

This was part of my drive home. It was taken out the open window of a car moving about 60 mph, so it wasn't exactly aimed, but the moon is just visible as a little curl in the left half.

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31 August 2014 @ 03:14 pm
It's been weeks since we mowed the lawn. First it was dry and the grass wasn't growing, then it was wet and the grass wouldn't stop growing. So I'm out there in the heat and mugginess, pushing a noisy, smelly machine around and trying to miss snakes.

From the back, toward the house (obscured behind the trees):

Yard 2

From between the trees, toward the back:

Yard 1
Current Mood: hothot
Current Music: The Princess and the Frog
31 August 2014 @ 05:36 am
I remember when we used to go grocery shopping right after church1. One of the three grocery stores in town was open on Sundays, at least until one in the afternoon. There was a gas station that was open on Sundays, and 7-11 only had truncated hours. All that was left was the hardware store, which apparently did thriving business on Sundays.

You can try to tell me it had something to do with the sabbath, but I don't buy it. Our primary reason for visiting the gas station on Sundays2 was to buy gas for the lawn mower. Anything we needed from the hardware store — sandpaper, paint, saw blades, lumber — pretty clearly wasn't intended for a day of rest. It might have been, if someone considering the use of such materials restful or recreational had plans for them, but since I was generally the one who had to paint the porch3, prune the trees, or whatever other routine tasks there were to be done, I can attest they weren't recreational. (I still don't consider them recreational, although I would much rather repaint the porch or lop out a mulberry tree than mop the kitchen floor!) It was tradition, and just as semi-non-denominational as the Christmases we're told to accept as basically secular these days.

By five o'clock, everything was closed, even the 7-11 where I bought my comic books for 30¢ each. I was partial to The Avengers4 and Captain Marvel, but bought the occasional Ghost Rider.

It was restful.


You knew there was some time during the week when nothing was happening.

Not anymore. And while I admit it's convenient being able to run out for a gallon of milk or a bottle of ibuprofen at half past midnight on a Sunday night, there's a sort of healthy innocence that we've lost with that convenience. It was the weekend! Fuck off, goof around! Monday was the start of another week! Now, the week has no end, and working on Sunday is perfectly normal. The weekend is "celebrated" with a frenetic desperation.

I've been working second shift about an hour away. I have Monday off. If they give me the choice of working Saturday, I'll jump at it, since I could use the hours. Sometimes they have Sunday hours, too, and if they offer them this week I'll take them.

1Yes, once upon a time I was a Christian. You don't want to know how devout. But even after I wasn't, I was still too young to do anything other than bend to parental dictates.
2And by "our" I mean "my," riding past a couple of closed stations on my bicycle, with a 2½ gal. gas can balanced on my knees. They did not yet require one to be 16 to pump gas.
3Scraping it first, of course!
4At the time, publicly admitting to knowing the name of even one Avenger was grounds for endless playground torment5, just like admitting to watching Dr. Who.
5Never enough, though, to discourage fantasies about Natasha Romanoff, either as a role model or as a an object of preadolescent admiration!
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Current Music: Bitesize, Sophomore Slump
22 July 2014 @ 09:41 am
I think this story is reasonably good. I mean, considering it was written in under a week, in furtive bursts, constantly looking over my shoulder. There is an older version, but I've cleaned up some embarrassing mistakes now.
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Current Music: Ultraman