After today I say no. Get out as fast as you can, I know I will. Got done at 2020. I cant make it to the year 2020, which with CS benefits, thats about when I can leave.
It must just be in the stars. I had the same last two days. Yesterday, for the first time in about a year I had a day where I was just singing "Zippadee DoDa, Zippadee Day got a bluebird on my shoulder what a wonderful day." Today, well same as yours, sans the underwear guy.I start at 9. And thanks for the vote of confidence. BTW
But yesterday I had one of those days where all the lights were green, all the people greeted me with open arms, you know one of those rare days.
Today I couldnt get my back door shut trying to move these 150 pd pkgs inside the door. They were for a residence toward the end of my day. Speakers as big and wide as me. Behind them were stacks of paper for everywhere, so these had to go. I went to the house, I couldnt deliver out of the back til they were out. Cant get the guy up. Call him, and deliver in the area for a few minutes, stuff I can reach. He calls, I have to wait for him to get dressed so I deliver a few more. I told him I would wait as last time he came out in his undies. Not a sight I wanted to witness again. No hard buns or abs there. if ya know what I mean. Then I had to wait while he moved his boyfriends car, so I could dolly them in the garage. Now Im behind, big time. But I thought I would be Ok after all I only had 105. But I had 130. Couldnt catch up all day. Dolly was needed at so many stops I couldnt believe it. And under the old numbers I would have been a star, under the new ones Im a slug. And when I bust my arse all day, and gotta hear how bad I was on Monday, it definitely ruins the motivation.
I start at 9. And thanks for the vote of confidence. BTW
But yesterday I had one of those days where all the lights were green, all the people greeted me with open arms, you know one of those rare days.
Today I couldnt get my back door shut trying to move these 150 pd pkgs inside the door. They were for a residence toward the end of my day. Speakers as big and wide as me. Behind them were stacks of paper for everywhere, so these had to go. I went to the house, I couldnt deliver out of the back til they were out. Cant get the guy up. Call him, and deliver in the area for a few minutes, stuff I can reach. He calls, I have to wait for him to get dressed so I deliver a few more. I told him I would wait as last time he came out in his undies. Not a sight I wanted to witness again. No hard buns or abs there. if ya know what I mean. Then I had to wait while he moved his boyfriends car, so I could dolly them in the garage. Now Im behind, big time. But I thought I would be Ok after all I only had 105. But I had 130. Couldnt catch up all day. Dolly was needed at so many stops I couldnt believe it. And under the old numbers I would have been a star, under the new ones Im a slug. And when I bust my arse all day, and gotta hear how bad I was on Monday, it definitely ruins the motivation.
My question is, why the doesn't all this crap happen during an OJS ride???
[rocket88;178314]There is always an exception. A statistical outlier. Just look at Keith Richards as living proof. LOL
Keith never had to take a piss test.
On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.