I like things like this

Last night was my first night back at work after my long nice relaxing weekend.

Since I go back on Monday nights instead of Sundays now, The weekend and the week both feel longer. Needless to say, good for one, not so much for the other.

Anyway, so I was getting on the freeway trying to figure out if it was safe to eat my velveeta sheels and cheese while going 70 miles an hour, when I noticed almost simultaneously that there were an awful lot of semi's on the old road and that the ramp to the freeway was closed.

Great.

And I didn't follow my instincts to get my phone from Shaun, so i couldn't even call to say I was going to be late.

A trip that usually takes 4 minutes (my church is off of the old road) took 25, so I was late and only halfway there.

I did make it to work, with two minutes to spare before the alarm went up.

I have a weird relationship with the manager that was there last night. Usually, I either like someone or I don't, and those feelings are returned the same. Every once in a while, someone comes along that I don't dislike, but I just don't immediately hit it off with, either.

One main reason for this instance is that on nights when he is there, I have to go to toys.

Here is the history of me and toys: I had to go there every night. They have {{imo}} ridiculous expectations of when we are supposed to be finished with that particular area.

We had a supervisor before that would always put me there and when we didn't finish, my name would be written down in this little book and five times was an official write up.

I got to four and never saw the book again, soo...

But the point is that I tried to be moved to another section I was less familiar with but still managed to go faster in because, I guess me and toys just don't mix...

So, when I get sent there, I always get the feeling that I did something wrong. Even if I'm not late, I can usually pinpoint something that happened {{I'm really good at making a fool of myself haha}} or if not I go there grumbling about how i didn't do anything wrong to deserve to have to go to toys.

Anyhow...

So I was sent there almost immediately after I rushed in, threw my stuff on the table, and went to the back of the store before realizing I never clocked in.

All of that, then toys...

I reconciled in my mind that it was just going to be one of "those" nights and it was only 6 hours so I would certainly survive and I was not going to be bogged down or negative all night because of it.

So after doing a few aisles of toys, I was called back into recieving to get more stuff for the floor and my boss was there by the flat I was going to get. I offered to take some other boxes that went to a nearby section and he was like "oh, yeah! Take those, too!" like he was glad I suggested it so that made me feel a little better, then I started to explain to him why i was late and he said someone else called to say the freeway was closed and he understood.

The night really picked up from there. I've been at the same store for two and a half years and we are on a new program that seems to be working so much better.

Before when we had double trucks the floor was covered in boxes and we had a hard time getting finished, now, there is almost nothing because the trucks are a lot smaller and around 6 we are cleaning up the carts and stuff preparing to go home.

Overall, last night was a good night. Tonight, of course, I'm leaving much earlier, just in case, though.

I just get really satisfied when things change for the better. I really was prepared to have a bad night but it was so much better than I expected that I left there feeling really good.