Hm… an update.
Well… the route I normally work, labeled 2B3, was put up for auction. What does that mean? It means those on part time (ie. me) can bid on it to try and earn it as their permanent full time route. My manager Bob pointed out it was available if I was interested. Which… kinda hit me. It’s one thing to decide to give being a courier a try, and another thing to find I have some kind of affinity for the job… but this would be kind of like deciding it’s a… career.
Yes, I know, I can still quit and try something else, but applying for it full time… it’s a perception thing.
One of the other couriers, a single mom, occasionally chats me up and has mentioned on a number of occasions how she’d started the job out as just something to do during the interim. That was over a decade ago. And her story isn’t rare. A number of the other couriers, including one who trained me near the beginning, admitted that they’d looked at the job as something to do while preparing for something else. The guy who trained me wanted to train to be a cop. Not sure how he’s getting along with that. I still see him working there.
But a decision had to be made. The deadline for applications was coming quick. So I asked Bob how to apply for it and he pointed me in the direction. Did more, in fact, as they’d run out of application forms and he had to quickly get more copied. I definitely got the impression he was pushing to get me to apply for it right away.
Well… I got it. He texted me yesterday that HR was offering the route to me if I wanted it. So I told him I’d take it… while at the same time mentioned that, btw, I’d need a week off in January to fly to cancun with the wife. So my first act after being offered a full time position was to ask for time off. Trust me, the irony is worth it.
The week has been… rough, for a variety of reasons. Not the least was work itself. I averaged anywhere from 80 to 90-some deliveries a day. My best was Friday at 94. Add to that over twenty pickups a day and you’ve got 100+ stops from 8:30 am to about 5:30 pm. Works out to about a dozen stops an hour. Five minutes per stop, on average. No, I didn’t get a lunch… except Friday, oddly enough. There I was so wired I actually managed 94 deliveries by about 3:15pm. I attribute it to caffeine and Advil. By Thursday I needed the Advil just to keep my legs moving normally. On Friday I pounded back three extra strength before noon. I haven’t pounded my body this heavily since, well… early summer.
On the personal front… well, on the personal front a lot is not for public discussion. What is up for public discussion is… pretty sparse. I do need to get out with more friends more often. But then that’s probably going to have to wait until the new year… and then probably after we get back from Cancun.
Part of me is really looking forward to going to Cancun. Well, most of me is really looking forward to it, in fact. The temperature down there was 29 degrees C the other day. But a small part of me is already wincing at the shock of coming back not only to the coldest month of the year but having to work outdoors through it.
But I’ll try to not dwell on that.
Today has been a day for doing a whole lot of nothing, something I haven’t had the opportunity to do in quite a while. Far too long, in fact. And that has made this Christmas feel the least like Christmas of any other Christmas in my past… if you can follow that at all. To me Christmas was always about the slack. Time off from work and what work there was, was pretty slack in itself. Nobody wants to work hard during the Christmas season. So working the hardest I’ve ever worked at any job during this period has all but erased the feeling of Christmas from me. Even receiving gifts from some of my clients hasn’t alleviated this feeling at all. (we now have more chocolate and baked goods than any two people can possibly eat in one month. We’re freezing a lot of it) Monday will be the worst. Christmas eve and I’ll be delivering all the last minute Christmas packages.
Julie’s wish has finally come true… I’m forced to play Santa in spite of myself. At least I’m getting paid for it.
About Cancun… Ronya and I will be gone from Jan 5 to Jan 12. We will be out of communication. I’m packing my cell phone solely for the purpose of calling for a cab when we land back in Calgary, if that. I’m not even sure I’ll be checking e-mail. (I’m not even sure if we’ll be ABLE to)
So, yeah, as out of communication as I have been over the past year, I’ll be even further out of touch in January. Just FYI.
Um, what else…
I guess that’ll have to do for a while. Have a Very Merry everyone.