Whoops, forgot the title!

Today I started work in my new temp position as warehouse worker. Things kinda threw me for a loop last week & it's been pointed out that my delivery job may be more trouble than it's worth. After my 1st 8-hour shift at it, I can only ask:

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKERS FUCKING DO IT AL-FUCKING-READY?

I can't believe I went the whole day without hijacking a forklift & making new doorways in the building! How do you people stay in the same place all day an NOT go insane? I never realized how much I liked going from place to place until this evening, when I drove around pretty much aimlessly for three hours after my shift ended. It started out as just driving around in a deep funk, but those 3 hours went by like nothing, and made the previous 8 (well, 9 minus an hour for lunch - yay actual designated lunch break!) seem like an eternity.

Granted, I may have enjoyed the work day somewhat if I wasn't the only whitey in the place. Damn near everyone there speaks Spanish (ore!) except for the manager, who's... fuck, I dunno WHAT the hell he is. He's like Nosferatu or something. So it's ironic that for quite awhile now I've been thinking that it's pretty lonely driving around all day & not having co-workers to interact with, go to lunch with, etc. & now I'm really just wishing I could just get back in the van & go back to the freeways.

During lunch I decided to call Disneyland's Merchandise hotline to find out about an item that's apparently only sold at the park itself, not in any Disney Store or even the Downtown Disney stores. I used up most of my lunch on hold, but it was kinda okay cos they played all these clips from all the rides & it was kinda fun visualzing all of it. Sort of like taking my own imaginary trip in my brain. Without drugs! Or ugly tourists!