Jobless Recovery Beer

So, as promised, The Jobless Recovery beer, Lagunita's WTF:

Sweet, Malty, Big, and Alcoholic. That pretty much sums it up. Easy to drink, even through the decently sized body. Malty. Malty. MALTY!

Yesterday and today at UPS have been sub par. Not necissaraly my performance was sub par, but just the operation as a whole has been sub par. Fairly lowish volume (today was 39.5k, yesterday was 42.5k) made things stressful as far as the number of people working. Late starts put us at a disadvantage. My god damn job was threatened yesterday, and after performing better than anyone else today, I was told that it was "nothing special, quit looking for attention". Nice. Rip on the days that don't go well due to someone else's fuck up, and say that reacting better and preventing similar 'catastrophies' and 'abortions' (both of which were used to describe my reactions to getting 30% of our volume in a 1 hour time span yesterday) was 'acting like a dog that had been beat'.

Perfect day for WTF.

Stress levels are high right now. Both work and home have great things and terrible things going on. I've been offered a higher paying position at Royal, but the simple fact that benefits aren't included is keeping me from taking it. $276 a month. For a policy that is basically there in case of something catostrophic, such as cancer, loss of limb, spinal injury, etc etc. Good deal. Why even bother with that, because IF one of those things were to happen, I'd probably peace out anyway. My son is doing new and awesome things each day, but there are other factors at home making things really dificult. Sleep is a premium thing that I can't get enough of, and unfortunately, it's being disrupted, a lot. I basicaly have a total of 8 hours that I'm not at, or commuting to and from work, and that's split about 60/40. Needless to say each instant of not being awake is crucial, and that's being compromised lately. A lot. So yea, feelin good.

But I'm keeping a fairly positive outlook. There's light at the end of the tunnel now, albeit a little pinprick in a vast sheet of black. But that's better than groping around in the dark like I have been for the past year and a half, almost 2 years now.

Friends are saying some stuff, family is saying some stuff, work is saying some stuff, but no one is DOING ANYTHING. Shit or get off the pot folks, you're wasting my time. This perpetual limbo is seriously cramping my style.