So this has been my third weekend back at the shipping depot. I thought that it was going to be depressing to return to a place that I’ve detested for so long, but it hasn’t too bad.
I wake up Saturday morning and make my weekend rice and chicken. Then I eat breakfast while watching a cartoon or a teen show from the past like California Dreams. And then, just like today, I put on my clothes and go to work. Not having to work here during the weekdays makes it so much easier to work the weekends. With no package handlers, managers, or co-workers, I’ve eliminated 75% of the things I hate about this job. The coolest thing about working only the weekends is that I’m almost completely under the radar. This means that I don’t have to follow all the rules. I don’t have to cut every bolt-seal and can check trucks without using the wheelchalk. I don’t have to sign anyone in if I don’t feel like it. I can even… know what? Screw the words. This picture says it all:
There is a certain sadness to this whole thing. When I came back, I conducted a small experiment. When a truck comes in, the security guard has to right down the seal number for the trailers into the log book. It has to match exactly what’s on paper, or the guard could be written up for getting the numbers wrong. So I decided to test the shipping depot by purposely writing down the wrong numbers for half of the trailers. I’ve been doing it for three weeks and nothing has happened. No one cares. I found out that, unless it’s peak season, no one really reads the log book. For over 6 years I followed the ever-changing rules of this place, and it was all for nothing. Many times, I was the only guard who stuck to the rules and had to deal with truck drivers and package handlers giving me attitude because I was the only “pain in the ass” who enforced the rules. All that time I could have slacked off, and no one would have cared. All that wasted energy. Ugh.
Don’t get me wrong. I still find this place annoying. I hate when a truck or driver comes in to be checked out just as I’m getting to a really good part of a movie or TV show. I absolutely hate how my coworker still relieves me late, like last night when he overslept and I had to stay 40 extra minutes. Truck drivers still come in here wanting to start unnecessary conversation with me. And the memories of my four glorious weekends away from the shipping depot are still burned in my brain, reminding me of all the events I miss out on by being here. But these are issues I can handle for the time being. I can patiently set my financial goals without the stress of the shipping depot job putting pressure on me to quit. Taking this into context, I can honestly say that it’s good to be back.
P.S.: Okay, let's state the obvious. I know that the success of the Netflix trades are directly related to my non-caring attitude towards the rules of the shipping depot. After all, I make $832 a month after taxes from the shipping depot. Why care about getting fired from this job when I’ve proven I can make that much from stocks in a day? If the NFLX trades were losing money, something tells me I’d be wearing shoes instead of slippers right now.
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| "Surf dudes with attitude, KINDA GROOVY..." Of all the corny shows I liked back in the day, California Dreams was one of my favorites. It was like Saved By the Bell, but with songs |
I wake up Saturday morning and make my weekend rice and chicken. Then I eat breakfast while watching a cartoon or a teen show from the past like California Dreams. And then, just like today, I put on my clothes and go to work. Not having to work here during the weekdays makes it so much easier to work the weekends. With no package handlers, managers, or co-workers, I’ve eliminated 75% of the things I hate about this job. The coolest thing about working only the weekends is that I’m almost completely under the radar. This means that I don’t have to follow all the rules. I don’t have to cut every bolt-seal and can check trucks without using the wheelchalk. I don’t have to sign anyone in if I don’t feel like it. I can even… know what? Screw the words. This picture says it all:
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| I wasn't kidding about Africans and our love of slippers. Watching wrestling in my slippers while working at the depot? Good stuff. |
There is a certain sadness to this whole thing. When I came back, I conducted a small experiment. When a truck comes in, the security guard has to right down the seal number for the trailers into the log book. It has to match exactly what’s on paper, or the guard could be written up for getting the numbers wrong. So I decided to test the shipping depot by purposely writing down the wrong numbers for half of the trailers. I’ve been doing it for three weeks and nothing has happened. No one cares. I found out that, unless it’s peak season, no one really reads the log book. For over 6 years I followed the ever-changing rules of this place, and it was all for nothing. Many times, I was the only guard who stuck to the rules and had to deal with truck drivers and package handlers giving me attitude because I was the only “pain in the ass” who enforced the rules. All that time I could have slacked off, and no one would have cared. All that wasted energy. Ugh.
Don’t get me wrong. I still find this place annoying. I hate when a truck or driver comes in to be checked out just as I’m getting to a really good part of a movie or TV show. I absolutely hate how my coworker still relieves me late, like last night when he overslept and I had to stay 40 extra minutes. Truck drivers still come in here wanting to start unnecessary conversation with me. And the memories of my four glorious weekends away from the shipping depot are still burned in my brain, reminding me of all the events I miss out on by being here. But these are issues I can handle for the time being. I can patiently set my financial goals without the stress of the shipping depot job putting pressure on me to quit. Taking this into context, I can honestly say that it’s good to be back.
P.S.: Okay, let's state the obvious. I know that the success of the Netflix trades are directly related to my non-caring attitude towards the rules of the shipping depot. After all, I make $832 a month after taxes from the shipping depot. Why care about getting fired from this job when I’ve proven I can make that much from stocks in a day? If the NFLX trades were losing money, something tells me I’d be wearing shoes instead of slippers right now.
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