6:45- Alarm goes off as I embark on another day of boredom, manual labor, and impressive intelligence of those who one would call my "co-workers."
7:00- After making a lunch usually comprised of a turkey sandwich, goldfish and fruit, I drive 20-25 minutes to Annacis Island, an island that basically is comprised of a sewage plant, other warehouses, and my brewery/warehouse: Turning Point Brewery. Just now finding a website for the beer, I am almost embarrassed I work for them. Don't get me wrong, the beer is actually pretty good, but this website was designed by a 4th grader.
7:30- Work begins at the white board, where every individual is given their set of work instructions for the day including:
Pick: You pick orders (beer or wine) that come in and put them on a pallet/skid.
Rework: Hmm, easily the worst possible job ever. Basically you take a bottle of a product, and move it from one box, to another. Example: Take a Mike's Hard bottle from Cranberry and Lemonade and some other mike's and combine them in a new box, forming a Variety Pack!
Restock: basically restock the shelfs with new product. Our picking and restock involves products from:
Okanagan Cider (bottles and 2 liters)
obviously the beer, and more...
Cleanup: Pretty obvious on this one.
Container: So, our warehouse gets containers filled with wine from places all over the world and they come to us in 20, 40, or 53 feet long. Now these containers can either be on skids/pallets, slip sheets, or just thrown in there however they can fit them, therefore needed to be "handbalmed" from the floor of the truck onto a skid. This takes about 3-4 hours for a 40 footer, and 2 people unload a full container both taking out of the truck anywhere from 500-1,000 cases of wine weighing anywhere from 35-60 pounds. Talk about a bitch.
7:30 today- Cleanup and Rework. Great, loving life. Knew I was going to be bored as hell so I actually offered to do my 3rd container of the week just to pass the time.
9:00 - Container shows up. 1,600 cases. Lovely. The paperwork for the truck is all messed up, making my job a lot work.
9:30- First break, or "coffee" as they like to call it. On break is where I get my real dosage of Canada reading two newspapers: The Metro which had a cover story today of a professional pin baller from Vancouver and 24 hours which had a cover story about some guy who got machete'd in the woods. These papers are poorly written, have no important information, and usually has about 2-3 pages worth of useless celebrity information.
10- In the container, I start talking with one of my coworkers, Karl or Karla as we like to call him b/c he is worthless. However, he's a good conversationist and the best part of Canada is everyone wants to talk about greenery. Today we talked about greenery, the white pony, 3somes (not sure how that started) and somehow we even talked about the one, the only, Carly Churchey.
11:30- Lunch. Gotta love l
unch. Lunch is probably the best part of the day, because I get a 30 minute break and get to talk with the locals. It is here I have been asked mind troubling questions like, "Do you have Subway in the States?," "Have you ever heard of Led Zeppelin," and my all-time favorite, "Do they have Sesame Street in the States?" Today I talked with a guy who honestly thought Canadian football was better than American Football, more importantly that the CFL was better than the NFL ... because the athletes were smaller, quicker and in better shape!!! I don't even want to start on how furious this makes me, so let's continue...
unch. Lunch is probably the best part of the day, because I get a 30 minute break and get to talk with the locals. It is here I have been asked mind troubling questions like, "Do you have Subway in the States?," "Have you ever heard of Led Zeppelin," and my all-time favorite, "Do they have Sesame Street in the States?" Today I talked with a guy who honestly thought Canadian football was better than American Football, more importantly that the CFL was better than the NFL ... because the athletes were smaller, quicker and in better shape!!! I don't even want to start on how furious this makes me, so let's continue...12-3:30 Do mindless work, usually try and look busy although all I am doing is driving around on my short fork lift, picking up and moving skids maybe a foot or two to make it appear as if I have something to do.
3:30-4 count down the seconds until I can finally leave.
4 o'clock: run out the front door.
I wish I could say that there was more time for Rocking and Gettin'er done, but really work is comprised of trying to get through the day, rock out in my head, and count down the seconds until the day is over.
ga ga ga GETTIN'ER
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gettin er
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