The Blue Collar that Bites

As I start another post for this blog, I seem to be coming up with completely useless topics to talk about, but then again, perhaps that is the goal of this site. I guess right now nothing interesting seems to happen in my life. This is due in partial to it being the transition time in my life, and by transition I mean the time in between high school and college. Seeing as I have graduated from High school and am waiting for college to start at the end of the summer I am forced to occupy my time doing anything I can(but it seems to me that anything only involves work, sleep, and eating).

My job, now that is a subject I could write about in specific detail. I work for a Furniture company and my job entails the transportation of the furniture that customers buy, to the place of residence of said customer. So basically I am a delivery man* of fine furniture. Now we delivery people have a relationship with the sales people that resemble the relationship shared by the vampires and likens in the movie Underworld. We are always fighting and squabbling amongst ourselves in a fashion that resembles people who still need their undergarments to be changed every three hours(weather they be young or old). Now for privacy’s sake, I will not use the real names of the people I work with, but on the occasion I encounter certain situations in which extreme amounts of rage fill me like a helium balloon.

In the store in which I work there resides a certain person on the sales floor, I guess he sort of the “ring leader” of the group, and I swear the man hates me. This man henceforth will be known as Tom (see picture to help your mental image of the man),now Tom is the type of person that cares about only three things, and those things being; #1 money Tom loves the green and is willing to do anything shy of cutting off his own hand for a mere $20. #2 He cares for himself and himself only, he will do nothing out of his way to help anybody, or give the slightest bit of encouragement in a time of need. Finally, last but not least #3 Tom hates me, and I hate Tom, now the only thing Tom cares about more than money is making me miserable. You might ask “how can he really make you that miserable when you have a boss to look out for his employees?” well he can, and he does. Tom seems to have this sort of magical charm over my boss, and he never seems to get in trouble for anything he says or does. As well, Tom’s favorite game seems to be “lets schedule deliveries on TimeTaker’s day off so he has to come in and work” well, you would think that this sort of thing couldn’t possibly happen considering that my boss controls my schedule. Well all I can do at the previous statement is laugh while a little piece of me dies inside.

We (the delivery men) have a special book that we schedule all our deliveries in, and it is labeled with the date and the day of the week. So anyway, this has happened so many times I think I have lost count (no I haven’t is somewhere in the neighborhood of 134,000) well anyway, to signify that we are off for a certin day, my boss will cross out the entire day in the book with a big “X” and the written in huge letters is the word “OFF”. So anyway, Tom comes along and decides to write a delivery over the huge “X” and guess what? I get called in to deliver it. After about the 100,000^th time that this happened I finally figured out that “it was'nt an emergency” (the accuse my boss always gave) was not really an emergency at all, only him submitting to the wants of his “star pupil” no matter who it pissed off along the way. So in conclusion, my job sucks so much it could probably suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

P.S. if any of you know any single good looking women between the ages of 18-23 please e-mail me

*Delivery man, lowest of the low, the climax of all that is evil in this world.