Humble Pie

After feeling plagued (plagued, I tell ya!) by my last blog post, I enjoyed a humbling day. Even as I was posting yester-eve, I was thinking, "Boy, missy, you sound smug. Think funny, not self-satisfied, silly girl." Even considered editing the post.

Too tired. First run today -- they were mad I showed up mere hours after the first truck. "We don't have enough right now to fill a truck, but we Will. Later!" Second run -- not bad. THIRD RUN ~ two hours doing a one-hour trip. Argh!

Do you remember those little puzzles, 3 inch x 3 inch or so, where all but one square had a tile in it? You had to move tiles around and slowly arrange them? Maybe the puzzle was a sequence or numbers, "1, 2, 3, etc" or an image.

Transferring one van filled with empty bins into one van filled with full bins. ... Sisyphus, I have a new appreciation for you, my dear damned man.

And when I got back to the yard, the boss says, "If you put out your lift gate, you have a staging area." ... "Doh!"