carnalascetic

Don't you hate it when you fuck something up and for a little while afterwards you can't seem to do a goddamn thing right? You just flail like a jackass until you're able to step away from things and settle down.

We got a transfer in tonight and I clipped a Listerine display on the second to last pallet I pulled off the truck. Night crew and a bunch of customers were right there when it happened. Listerine bottles went flying all over the ground. Luckily none of them broke.

So mentally I was just thinking, "What 're you gonna do?" (in full Sopranos style voice) "Move on. You still got a lot of shit to do. What's done is done, so fuck it." But, I clipped a few more things right after that. Then on the "scissor-lift" I was ramming the steel and bumping pallets like I was wearing a helmet and the short bus dropped me off at work. Fully fucking extra chromosome mode..

Hmmmm. Just wish I was better at doing the whole distancing myself from my thoughts to observe them and not be swept away by them thing.

Anywho. I just found out that Fanta was originally made from the byproducts of cheese and jam production. Nummy.

Later ya'll