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16 September 1998 |
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You should have seen her face as she drove the forklift. This is why I'll call her Joy, although there are a few people by that name who are remotely associated to me in real life. It's because of the joy on her face and the gladness in my heart watching her. Joy is our new Admin/Marketing person, more or less my twin in role here. I had my reservations about getting someone new, although the help was very badly needed. This place has been my domain, essentially, since it's inception, and the idea of sharing it made me uneasy. I had nothing to worry about; she's cool. Quite. No, I am not looking at her for girlfriend material, though she is certainly attractive, smart and funny. Ok she'd be my type completely, but I get the feeling she's taken and probably straight, being happily married and all. She arrived yesterday morning, and fortunately we'd gotten her desk out of my house and down to the office in time. I showed her around some and got her started on processing invoices. See, this is why I hate making journal entries a day late. There were so many things I wanted to mention and now can't recall. We had gotten in a large load of Triumph! sport drink the day before, and I hadn't had room in the warehouse to do much with it so had pretty much crammed it into the aisle. So one of yesterday's tasks was to take it out and sort it, rearranging some of the warehouse's previous contents as well. In the middle of that, a shipment of Jones from a defunct distributor came in, so I dealt with that as well. Handling deliveries is something we all need to be able to do, since there is no telling ahead of time who will be around when. So, once the product was sorted and space made, I put away the first ten pallets of Triumph! and then came into the office to get her. Joy has fork experience already, from playing around in warehouses her husband worked in. But those were modern forks, and that was coffee beans. This is an old machine, and these are beverages. I asked her if she had driven a fork before. She asked, "Automatic or stick?" I was flummoxed. I didn't realize they made forks in stick and automatic. Ours is one-speed. She was surprised at the simplicity of the controls. I had her hop on and ride it about the tarmac outside the hangar, since that's where all the stuff was. Once she felt comfortable with that, I had her load up and take it in. Her touch is very light, and she exercises quite a bit of control. The way it steers is pretty standard for forks, that is, it turns very tight on the back end, and she was used to that already, so it helped lots. She had very little difficulty placing the pallets, except for the last, which was a tight spot that I myself would have had trouble with, but I didn't realize that ahead of time. Her exhilaration was infectious, though. She told me often how cool it was that I drive the fork so well, and in a skirt, no less, heh. The whole idea of women on forklifts seemed to appeal to her. So, the better she did at it, the more joyous she got. It was really fun. El Prez went to the computer store and got an amazing deal on a new puter for her, which he just now got networked into ours. Now we are separating duties, some of which I had already laid out last week, but some are getting divided as they come up. I like her. She isn't offended by harsh language, she has a sense of humor, and she makes up in energy a lot of what I lack. Plus her enthusiasm is refreshing, as mine had begun to wane with recent problems. There will be changes, though. She has asthma and is sensitive to cigarette smoke. And the bathroom has to be clean. The changes that will come will mostly be good ones, though, I think. --Spring
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