A friend from work advertised and signed up a few of us to tour local plants to get an idea of the types of distribution jobs available in the area. I had asked for a tour of Toys R Us (Toys! Yahoo!) and General Mills (Cheerios! Yum!). Oh and did I mention that we were getting paid to participate? 150 smackers each tour. Rock on.
So Monday was the day I thought was the Toys tour; however, I had an eye doctor appointment, and wasn't able to get down to Stockton in time. And according to my phone calendar, which is my lifeline to what I'm doing each day, today was the day to go to General Mills for a tour of the plant. One caveat of the General Mills tour is that it started an hour sooner than the other tours, which meant being there at 7:30. Which is really no biggie, considering I'm usually an hour into my work day by then.
So this morning did not start off great. I had set my alarm for 5:00 a.m., so I had time to snooze and still be ready on time. However, I woke up at 4:23 a.m. after a bad dream. (I was at my parent's house and it was on fire. But I knew it wasn't their house because my room was upstairs. I couldn't decide what I wanted to take with me, though I knew that the majority of my things were somewhere other than the house. And my aunt Deb was very calmly washing the dishes. And when the firemen came (after what seemed like 20 minutes -- a long time in the firefighting world) my parents' dog, Babz started barking at them. And Babz has been dead for a few years now. It was weird.) And I couldn't fall back to sleep, despite all my efforts. And then my body chimed in, namely my bladder. So I mentally said "Fuck it" and just got up.
So I got ready to go, ate something and then drove over to the mill. I got there at like 715, remembering that the emails repeatedly reiterated "Promptly at 7:30" So after waiting behind a large tractor trailer, the woman working the security booth, who bore a striking resemblance to Berta on Two and a Half Men, informed me that the tour is tomorrow, March 19th.
WTF?
So I begrudgingly come home so that I can check my work email to verify this claim.
There I find that not only is the GM tour tomorrow (which I still intend to attend), but that the Toys tour was yesterday, not Monday.
Boo, hiss.
So now, I've not only missed out on $150 because I'm an idiot (as opposed to missing it because of a schedule conflict), I'm up early today because I'm an idiot. And I am already pissed.
Now I keep wondering...is today really my salon day?
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1 comment:
Maybe you just need to read your emails a little better? haha... I love the smell of the GM plant...mmmm... cheerios! yum! Where's the toys'r'us plant center? My friend Juanna works at Toys'r'Us with the distribution side I think... I don't remember exactly what she does, but she sits at a desk and does paperwork.... not in the actual store selling toys.
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