Today was my first day back at work at the airport after a ten-day vacation. Carpal Tunnel aside, it went well. But to prove some things never change, I was left in charge of the department for the last five hours of the day, with virtually no support help available. Everyone I had was yanked to the other (outdoor) department, leaving me all the passenger baggage checked in from 8AM - 12:30 PM.
I keep wondering how this happens. We have always been short-staffed for one reason or another. The company had a hiring blitz recently and we picked up an additional ten workers. This would fill the gaps quite nicely, don't you think? Not on your life. No matter how many people we seem to hire, I always work with a skeleton crew after a certain hour.
Being the head of the department, I don't mind. I can do the job when the mind permits. But some higher-ups think I'm not suited to run the department; that I can't be trusted. Well, if they can have me run it the final four hours, what about the first four hours - which would eliminate pulling people from department to department? There's not much to prove in that second half of the day, which means second rate. There's only two planes to do in that time. Why not just trust me and let me have the room the whole day? It would safe a lot of shifting headaches.
How did I prepare for my first day back, you ask? Twelve sugar cookies for breakfast! I'm actually glad I eat anything these days. Prior to the vacation this month, I was lucky to have an order of fries from work as the only sustinence of the day. I've always been a fussy eater and I dreaded having to admit to my father than my eating habits hadn't significantly changed since he last saw me. If he sees this entry, he'll probably have a stroke.
Oh well, I figure this much: if there's not much choice for my food, let it be sugar, and let it help me have the energetic days at work that I've not been accused of having lately. It all falls in with my "you only live once" policy on life.
