*giggles*

Wha' the hell, *grins* too fer tha' matter.

Shit le's jus' go balls ta the wall here and have some *wildly Insane
laughter* fer a while too followed by a *good fit of the hiccups*

Scott... remember Scott?  ya, him, he and his family is leavin'
tonight... He quit a while back, as you may recall, makin' Cary me
boss... *sigh*

This is gonna take some gittin used to... *laughs*

Well anyway, like all new bosses (meself included I might add *wink*)
They all got ideas on how the show should go, ya know? They have these
grandiose visions and what not... Flashbacks? ... who knows... *shrug*

So, we're doing this coho thing, five vans of  coho packed in 50 pound
even weight boxes... 200,000 pounds total.  *grin*  Nice order.  Got
about 300K of the stuff *laughs* anyway they want a Natural Size Grade
Selection in each container,  which simply means you add up all the coho
(or soki or whatever) we got in inventory and shrink it down so it fits
in a van, yes?  so if we got a lot of fish in the 4 to 6 pound number
one quality range in inventory, they get a lot of 4-6#1 in their van,
and if we only have a dinky amount of say 2-4#2 then they only get a
dinky amount of 2-4#2, right?  Easy.  There's like FIVE totes of 2-4#2
coho in There... Somewhere... mixed in with 320 others.

*bursts out laughing!!!*

Get Real.

So Coho Van One has No 2-4#2, nor, do I believe, will van two *giggles*

So they're packin' the coho, and stuff's comin' from that direction,
they start glazin' so totes are comin' from That direction, I'm diggin
stuff outta da freezer so stuff is comin' from That direction, we get a
bait van we gotsta unload so stuff is comin' from THAT direction too,
which is normally like an EXIT, ya know? and I THOUGHT that was all the
directions and we were like, Groovy, ya know?  That was it, no more
stuff could come, we'd maxed out.  Nope, the sky opened and just Dumped
Water on us *giggles*  so stuff came from THAT direction too fer a
while...
 

So I go to slip a tote off a pallet... hell half you don't know what the
hell that means, do you?  um, ya take a wooden pallet like ya see in
factories and behind grocerie stores and in movies and stuff and ya put
a sheet of cardboard on in leavin' a little flap stickin' out on one
side, then ya put a Big Assed Box on top of That, then ya fill that Big
Assed Box with a 1000 pounds of fish and tape it closed and weigh it up
and bring it ta the van dock and we use this funky forklift thingy tha's
got these Jaws that reach out and grab that cardboard flap and pull the
Big Assed Box offa da pallet and onto the funky forklifts forks.  Then
ya drive in da van and stuff it in there for some poor schmuck down in
Bellingham ta try and pull out *giggles*

At least tha's the Theory.

They don't always slip very well.

In fact a rather LARGE FUCKING percentage of the time they don't slip at
all...  because a rather large fucking percentage of our pallet boards
are really beds of nails.  So, either A) the pallet comes with the tote
or B) the slip sheet rips.

Both of these options take some Minutes to remedy... used ta take a LOT
longer but hey, we're gods, remember? we're getting better at getting
cardboard totes off of beds of nails.  Not Good, but better. *shrug*
 

So these totes come to us from the glaze line, two at a time, one
stacked on top of another, yes?  So I'm goin' ta slip the top one, it's
on a bed o' nails... *sigh* figgures...  The pallet slips along with it
for a ways and begins ta rip the front off the bottom tote!  grrrr... so
stop, and the front of the bottom tote opens up like a draw bridge and
all the fish inside spill out.
 

*laughs*
 

No biggy except I'd only pulled the top tote a few inches forward so it
was still pretty much sittin on the now totally empty flimsy bit of
cardboard that was a full tote o' fish a second before.
 

*giggles*

So the top tote became the bottom tote and exploded on impact.

*bursts out laughing!!*

Fish everywhere.  It was cool.

Right at lunch time too, how nice. *grin*
 
 
 

Tha's enough fer one day, ya?
 
 

*grins*
 

nawww...
 

earlier in the day, unbeknownst to me, on of Rauls' partial guys passin'
through my chunk of the freezer on his way to what remains of partial
land Whacked the corner of a tote in holding five... tha's where I stack
these suckers four high, yes?  ya well, the bozo boy whacked one of
these cardboard totes a good one, the bottom one, of course, and I go in
ta grab some totes of coho fer the packing room and I'm making my turn
and I snag a piece of cardboard and thinks ta myself 'hmmm, tha's odd, I
should have like four inches of clearence on this turn, wha' the fuck am
I snaggin' on??' an I look over and why, looky there! it's the front of
a tote openin' up like a fridge door... and hey lookit dat, there's fish
inside!  *giggles*

so, the one outside just a few hours before only had One tote on it ...
this one had Three
 
 
 

*giggles*
 

Hell, who Needs Drugs when ya got a job like mine, ey? *snicker*
 

Fer some reason though the fish didn't spill out just then,,, they just
sorta munched down.... and the totes above started ta tilt forward...
towards ME
 

*giggles*
 
 
 

So I did the Jedi thing... I mean hell what else kin ya do in a
situation like that, ya know?

I drove out of the fridge and made a quick u turn without killin'
anybody or whackin' a pole... a miracle all by itself, and flew back
inta the fridge liftin me forks as I went (BLATENT NO NO) and cranked da
streering wheel and slammed on da brakes and spun Just Right and tilted
me forks back Just in Time ta Catch the top two totes before they
toppled over.

*shrug*
 

got lucky *giggles*
 

the other tote just sorta munched there ontop of the pile of fish and
mangled cardboard... it was easy ta salvage.
 
 
 
 

Five minutes later I'm in there with a new tote pitchin fish into it
from the pile there and the Plant Manager and some Inspecter guy come
strolling through.... *giggles*
 
 

And then there's the people who won a box o' fish from da company....
*sigh*

Now THERE'S a nifty variable ta have walkin around the van dock,
*laughs*  people poppin up at weird times askin' 'um, is this where I
come ta git me box o fish?'

And then there's this freekin 'lead party' I'm supposed ta go to and get
sick on booze with folks I've already spent Way Too Much time with
already,  so there's the 'are ya goin?' and worse 'why not!?' if ya say
NO!

And din deres da meetin's wit' da van drivers and Judy and Cary and
Marcel, and Jamilla and so on on ononononononon sheeesh.  dey add up
fast.
 
 

And Carys major grouch at me today was one freekin tote of  9 up coho
that hadn't been shipped yet

*bursts out laughing*

hmmmm...

what was that that Scott useta always say??.... oh ya,,

I'll get back to ya on that one Cary