There For The Grace Of God Go I
Well I think some sorta odd syncronicity is at work again.
Yesterday I had an inventory that started at 5AM, and I managed to negotiate to get someone to come in and replace me for the last hour of my shift at FedEx Ground.
So I get up and do the inventory, and we actaually get out at a decent hour. So I have time to work on a test I needed to take for a web dev job in Maryland. I get one of the questions in and figure that we may get done at a time that will allow me to rig up a database I need to answer some of the questions. Alas, the load count seems to spell a long night.
Until a supervisor tells me to leave at 7PM. I figure this is a joke--until one of the senior supervisors echoes the order, an order that came from the sort manager.
Now I'm surprised and a bit angry, I'm already short hours and this will only make it worse. But on my way to my car I figure "Well, I may as well get what I wanted to done".
Good idea as from 8PM-10:30PM save for a short break, I'm developing the database and the PHP code to interact with it.
Then this morning I put the finishing touches on the test. The rest is up to the company to decide if I can take the next steps.
Wish me luck.