I am feeling much better and most of the reports from all the drama earlier in the week has been good. I still have to wait for the cardiologists to look at the results of my 24 hour monitor but I suspect if there were a problem I would have gotten a call from someone, unless they didn't look at it on Friday when I returned it.
I really hate to admit it but the whole episode was a wake up call. Not only did my wife, daughter, step-mom, and son give me grief over the ordeal, my grandson went to work with me Friday and made sure everyone knew about their anguish. He was nice about it, but most of the employees who approached me were aware of my situation. My boss joked me about taking so many days off. Then on a serious note made it clear that he didn't want me to drive myself so hard. So it looks like the "Energizer Bunny" needs to slow down some.
We moved into the new digs last weekend and the building has not been rekeyed so our overnight parts delivery driver doesn't have a key to enter the building thus requiring someone to be present when he delivers the parts. I hope to have this situation resolve early next week. In the meantime only two of us have keys to the building and of course I am not paying someone overtime to sit and wait for the delivery. Especially when I can do a bunch of stuff while waiting for his arrival.
So I went to bed early last night and woke up well before I wanted to. 1:30 am isn't a good time to be up but when the brain begins to think about all the stuff that needs to be done, I found myself crawling out of bed and heading to work. I arrived shortly after 2:00 am and worked until 7:00 am. I expected the delivery but it never arrived. I visited with the boss for a few minutes (yep, he gets up early too). He said he took a nap from 7 - 11 the night before and hadn't been back to bed since he got up. And you all thought I was bad. Actually, I have done that to. At seven my first employee arrives so I left it to them to handle it and came home.
As I have said we did loose around 500 square feet, but we are working to get it reorganized and condensing everything.
This is the shipping and receiving department. The big bin to the right is the same ones you see at Costco or Home Depot. It is built for heavy items. Under it is space for large body items and pallets of oil, antifreeze and batteries.
This move would not have happened had it not been for the part time folks we hired to do the heavy work. These people worked their tails off getting parts moved from one floor to the other with no complaining or whining. Just good solid work. I would recommend any of them for full time employment.
A final comment regarding my grandson Zach. I know you have all had the opportunity to read about him from my blog but I don't have words to tell you how proud of him I am. My daughter and son have made me very proud but I missed most of their childhood because of my drinking. I haven't missed any of Zach's childhood and as far as I am concerned he has grown into caring, kind, willing to help, loving (except with his sister, I'm working on him), hard working, energized, loyal young man who turns 17 next month. I can't believe he is 17. It seems like I was changing his diapers yesterday. He has plans and goals unlike so many kids today.
Thank you Zach for all your help during the move. The mere fact that you were there lifted me to do better. The fact that you worked your tail off was an extra benefit. I love you and wish you the very best in all of your endeavors.