My First Day At Work, by Davecat, aged five
typed for your pleasure on 3 September 2005, at 1.54 amSdtrk: ‘Be’ by the Hospitals
After eight months, nearly the gestation period for a human being, I’m back to being ‘gainfully’ employed, circa this Friday. I’m workin’ for The Man now! Well, a man. Well, a couple of men. And there’s women, too, in the corporate offices. They don’t discriminate.
Anyway! So I arrived at the warehouse at 9am, and went through a brief walkthrough with Herb, one of the drivers who reminds me of Warren Oates’ character from ‘Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia‘. He even kinda sounded like him, too. He showed me how to go over the various points on the pre-drive checklist, using a Crossfire as an example. I’ll tell you, one of the few American-made cars I dig is the Crossfire, cos it looks like an SD version of a Jaguar ‘E’-type, and I naturally thought I was going to drive this bad boy. Nope! It needed to be dropped off at one of our clients, so I had to follow Herb in a chase vehicle so he could get back to the office after the drop-off. However, my chase vehicle was a Stratus. Although my first two cars were stickshifts, I hadn’t driven one in a couple of years, but thankfully, it all came back to me in only a couple of minutes’ time. Not too shabby!
Later, I got to drive the Stratus a second time, being a chase vehicle again for a gigantic pickup truck, and my last assignment for the day had me riding along with Herb and another driver, in order to pick up a Magnum from a client downtown. I don’t know what to make of that car. It’s like a station wagon-sport ute-car, or something. Rather nice acceleration, however. I didn’t get to drive that, which was just as well, as I was starting to get sleepy on the journey to get the Magnum. You have to understand that, after I was ejected from my last job my sleep schedule changed, and consequently, I’d be up at noon, and up until 4am, so much to my chagrin, I have to get used to being a Daywalker again. *points to timestamp on post* Heh, good luck with that.
So my first day wasn’t too bad, although it only lasted six hours. Considering the fact that I was sleepy as all get out, it worked out for the best. Since this is a part-time job, our hours are based on the number of assignments that the dispatcher has available, and I’ve been largely told that an average week is usually about 20 – 30 hours, but as I’d said, it’s better than being utterly skint.. It’s a shame I have to take my earrings out while on duty, though. Ugh, how pedestrian. Ha, a pun!
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September 3rd, 2005 at 11.25 am
BTO said:
Ride, ride, ride, let it ride!
But Pink Floyd (a more reputable source of instruction) told me to RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN!
September 4th, 2005 at 11.24 pm
Congrats again DC on your epiphany into the workplace. I used to be a graveyarder and know how difficult it can be to adjust to daytime working.
But! It could be worse! Being a P.F. fan from Nov ’67 I have a fondess for things Syd Barrett-ish:
“I’ve got a bike. you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.”
So take whatever vehicle you can get, otherwise they might stick you with a trike! :-O
Lily is more into the Church (LOL) but I’m growing Pink on her tastebuds 🙂
Best wishes,
PBS & hands-clapped-to-her-ears Lily
September 5th, 2005 at 11.34 am
PBS and little Lily –
‘Growing Pink on her tastebuds’, eh? Ooer, doesn’t that sound pervy. 😉
I’ve heard that song before! My first roommate Steve played it for me one time, as, much like you, he was into Pink Floyd: The Barrett Years. ‘I’ve got a cloak, it’s a bit of a joke..’ and I can’t remember the rest. I think there was a mouse involved..
Regarding getting up in the early morning — it’s a bother, but I suppose I’ll just have to get used to it, really. Pfft. ‘Daytime’. Pfft. 😛 Ah well..
September 7th, 2005 at 6.49 pm
hey, my pa’s got a crossfire…
not to bad…
and i recently realized i like a lot of those new jags…
esp. in white, light silver and those metallic pastels…
esp. esp. if i could cleanly snap off the hood ornament… :]
congrats…
September 8th, 2005 at 3.59 am
Hi Davecat & the lovely exquisite Sidore-chan,
Yes, the line about the mouse is significant for me, in a way…
“I know a mouse
And he hasn’t got a house
I don’t know why
I call him Gerald
He’s getting rather old
But he’s a good mouse…”
LOL! I love that verse! In fact, a former gf once had a garter snake that she left with me. I had to feed it little mice, a task I did not enjoy at all. One particular not-so-little mouse stood up to the snake for a week or so, didn’t seem afraid in the least. Probably knew he was too big for the snake to eat.
Finally I persuaded Nina to set the snake free, and I kept the glass case and the not-so-little mouse, which I dutifully (being a PF fan, of course) named Gerald. At last, he had a house, and lived to be a jolly old mouse indeed 🙂
He was a good mouse…
Lily likes that story 😉
Regards,
PBS & Lily
September 11th, 2005 at 2.10 am
es –
Ahh! Hmmm..
PBS & Lily –
Awww. 🙂