Our go sox forklift is down for the count. Apparently he is leaking hydraulic fluid or something and is out for repairs. Now we have to use the big fork truck. We don't like driving the big fork truck. It's big. It can hardly fit down the aisles. We have to do 80 point turns to go anywhere. Friday we got down 3 skids of tanks that we are unable to put back up because we cant maneuver the big fork truck. It reminds us of that scene in Austin Powers where he's banging the walls for 10 minutes trying to turn his cart around. At least Austin can see where he is going. We can't see a thing on the big guy. The genius' over at Nissan thought it would be a good idea to completely block the drivers view by shoving every hydraulic part, nut, hose and bolt right at eye level. It's not fun. We like the little guy. The little guy likes us. Most importantly the little guy likes the sox.
The Sox make the warehouse go round. We have pictures of Manny, Dice K and Mrs. Warehouse Worker and our self at Fenway on our locker. Each morning when we come in we mark a W or a L on the Red Sox magnet schedule posted to the right of our pictures. It gives us something to look forward to, something to talk about and something to keep our minds off the fact that we have to bash into everything with the big fork truck all afternoon. Management follows the sox, salesman follow the sox, customers follow the sox, therefore it is in our best interest that we too follow the sox. Luckily we've followed the sox since we can remember. It's great that we can do it at work. When we listen to the sox during the afternoon we don't even notice the grease that's rubbed all over our face or the metal spurs dug into our necks from lifting 14 foot exhaust pipes onto trucks. No. We don't notice a thing. We simply work and listen and take pride in the fact that our little fork truck we drive around, well he supports the sox too.
Get well soon buddy!
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