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(And why do I have a mental block on how to spell Tuesday? I have to look it up every damn time.)
First day back at work was, as usual after vacations, a little like being underwater. And I got to play the position known as 'float' all day.:) Floaters get to run around doing anything they can see that needs to be done, but for women that usually means wanding and/or bag searches. I got put on x-ray twice - and CJ asked if I wanted to be on it alone after being away a week, but HA to him because I found a very nice little boxcutter during my first half-hour.
I got a million compliments on my new haircut: "It makes you look perky/younger/slimmer/cute/sexy!" I didn't get the word "professional," which was what I had been looking for, but oh well.:)
I had this sinking premonition as I was approaching the building that everyone else was going to have begun wearing the new uniform and mine would not have come in, yet. As it turned out, I was correct. Unfortunately that did not mean that they sent me home for another day with pay. Darn. After searching for my new uniforms the morning manager came back to me and said, "FIL was handing them out the other day, perhaps he has your stashed somewhere. Wear your old one for today." After work I waited for FIL to get done and go look for my uniform. He didn't have it stashed - it really hasn't come in. I DID put my order in, I DID. But he kindly spent a few minutes shuffling boxes and digging around, and eventually came up with one pair of pants, one short sleeved shirt and two long-sleeved shirts which would fit. That's why I was ironing, earlier - they're horribly wrinkled from the box. I'm not going to wear long-sleeved shirts and roast (and I roast even in the winter time in long sleeves) unless I have absolutely no other option, so have not ironed those. So, if I am in a spot, I'll probably end up wearing them wrinkled. (Still, it takes less time to iron than to wash.) This means I'm going to be spending a lot of time in our evil little basement laundry room for a while.:P However, as FIL pointed out, the new shirts do fit me quite a bit more flatteringly.
He's another one who flirts with everyone, apparently on the general principle that everyone likes to be given signals that they're attractive. Get him and Mainertoo in the same Checkpoint and it's quite entertaining to me, because naturally at some point they can't avoid flirting with each other.;) Even better, perhaps, is that, with a little insinuation, Mainertoo can get the straightest guys to flirt with each other, without there even being alcohol involved. That's talent.
And in other nasty surprises I got on arriving back to work:
I had forgotten to file my time sheet the week before I left, it was due the week I was gone. So hopefully I'll get it done this morning, and I'll only be five days late. Ugh. I might take some heat for that, and possibly the overtime I did the week before I left won't come through on my paycheck until next pay period.:P We'll see.
They rearrainged the approach to the Checkpoint, so now loading on Lane 3 is from the wrong side and all the passengers are immensely confused by the placement of the loading table. Also, they can't reach the bins very well, so that Lane 3 can't really operate without a loader. Not that it's a good idea to operate without a loader, anyway, because people WILL put their babies into the x-ray or something equally stupid, you can bet on it.
I had meant to comment back to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
licking_suntan on that Dave Barry column she posted a link to a few days ago.. He jokingly listed babies among things to put through the x-ray at the airport, probably assuming that people will realize that was intended as a joke because it's so patently ridiculous. He should be warned - it HAS happened. One of my co-workers, when he was airport security in Bangor, before TSA, saw a baby inside his x-ray. (Yeah, it's probably not going to do any lasting damage to a baby to be x-rayed, but there's also the uncertainty of what could happen to them on a moving belt inside a tunnel.)
And someone (one ofeor's sisters, perhaps?) told me the other day about terribly long lines in one of the airports because a lane went down when someone stuck their soda in the x-ray, and of course the lead curtains knocked it over and it spilled all over, inside. So, even if they don't care about babies being x-rayed, if the people who designate the 'official' positions want the equipment to last they really ought to allow that Loader IS a position.
Whups, sorry - I suppose I've complained about this before. If I haven't done so on my LJ I've done more than my share of bitching about it at work - I'm sick of hearing it, even if you aren't. ;)
edited to addOh! And I found my precious Seohung thermos at work! Yay!!
First day back at work was, as usual after vacations, a little like being underwater. And I got to play the position known as 'float' all day.:) Floaters get to run around doing anything they can see that needs to be done, but for women that usually means wanding and/or bag searches. I got put on x-ray twice - and CJ asked if I wanted to be on it alone after being away a week, but HA to him because I found a very nice little boxcutter during my first half-hour.
I got a million compliments on my new haircut: "It makes you look perky/younger/slimmer/cute/sexy!" I didn't get the word "professional," which was what I had been looking for, but oh well.:)
I had this sinking premonition as I was approaching the building that everyone else was going to have begun wearing the new uniform and mine would not have come in, yet. As it turned out, I was correct. Unfortunately that did not mean that they sent me home for another day with pay. Darn. After searching for my new uniforms the morning manager came back to me and said, "FIL was handing them out the other day, perhaps he has your stashed somewhere. Wear your old one for today." After work I waited for FIL to get done and go look for my uniform. He didn't have it stashed - it really hasn't come in. I DID put my order in, I DID. But he kindly spent a few minutes shuffling boxes and digging around, and eventually came up with one pair of pants, one short sleeved shirt and two long-sleeved shirts which would fit. That's why I was ironing, earlier - they're horribly wrinkled from the box. I'm not going to wear long-sleeved shirts and roast (and I roast even in the winter time in long sleeves) unless I have absolutely no other option, so have not ironed those. So, if I am in a spot, I'll probably end up wearing them wrinkled. (Still, it takes less time to iron than to wash.) This means I'm going to be spending a lot of time in our evil little basement laundry room for a while.:P However, as FIL pointed out, the new shirts do fit me quite a bit more flatteringly.
He's another one who flirts with everyone, apparently on the general principle that everyone likes to be given signals that they're attractive. Get him and Mainertoo in the same Checkpoint and it's quite entertaining to me, because naturally at some point they can't avoid flirting with each other.;) Even better, perhaps, is that, with a little insinuation, Mainertoo can get the straightest guys to flirt with each other, without there even being alcohol involved. That's talent.
And in other nasty surprises I got on arriving back to work:
I had forgotten to file my time sheet the week before I left, it was due the week I was gone. So hopefully I'll get it done this morning, and I'll only be five days late. Ugh. I might take some heat for that, and possibly the overtime I did the week before I left won't come through on my paycheck until next pay period.:P We'll see.
They rearrainged the approach to the Checkpoint, so now loading on Lane 3 is from the wrong side and all the passengers are immensely confused by the placement of the loading table. Also, they can't reach the bins very well, so that Lane 3 can't really operate without a loader. Not that it's a good idea to operate without a loader, anyway, because people WILL put their babies into the x-ray or something equally stupid, you can bet on it.
I had meant to comment back to
licking_suntan on that Dave Barry column she posted a link to a few days ago.. He jokingly listed babies among things to put through the x-ray at the airport, probably assuming that people will realize that was intended as a joke because it's so patently ridiculous. He should be warned - it HAS happened. One of my co-workers, when he was airport security in Bangor, before TSA, saw a baby inside his x-ray. (Yeah, it's probably not going to do any lasting damage to a baby to be x-rayed, but there's also the uncertainty of what could happen to them on a moving belt inside a tunnel.) And someone (one of
eor's sisters, perhaps?) told me the other day about terribly long lines in one of the airports because a lane went down when someone stuck their soda in the x-ray, and of course the lead curtains knocked it over and it spilled all over, inside. So, even if they don't care about babies being x-rayed, if the people who designate the 'official' positions want the equipment to last they really ought to allow that Loader IS a position. Whups, sorry - I suppose I've complained about this before. If I haven't done so on my LJ I've done more than my share of bitching about it at work - I'm sick of hearing it, even if you aren't. ;)
edited to addOh! And I found my precious Seohung thermos at work! Yay!!