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Carlos Warehouse Chronicle IX - Red, White and Blue

I've barely started the 6-week supervisor training program for the warehouse so I'm feeling very red, white and blue. That is, red vest, white badge, and blue collar work. Every time I don the Costco red vest an impish smile creeps across my face. I have no idea what the day will hold for me but I know it won't be the same as the last time, and tomorrow will be just as different.

"You look good in red, Los" ~ a compliment I've received more than once

My friends, family, and co-workers ask my progress so far, and if I'm still enjoying it which I answer with a smile, and utter the words so far, so good.

The next asked question is what are my days like. Well, picture this. Willie E. Coyote has strapped you to a ginormous ACME red rocket. Once you clock in for the shift, he lights the fuse. You're launched into a 8.5 hour day of zigs, and zags, twists and turns as it ends with a *bOoM* as you explode in the sky.
My uniform, complete with coffee and radio

Then? The next time? Rinse, wash, repeat.

Honestly, I joke that warehouse life is controlled chaos inside a living organism. At least, my warehouse, that is. Every person has a title and role but only for documentation sake. No task is beneath anyone. I haven't observed an out-right refusal a task assigned by a co-worker (insubordination) It's a comforting feeling as I walk up to the time clock. That the Costco Mission Statement thrives at 747, and the "next man up" mentality is demonstrated by the team. Yes, a majority of us are vying to be promoted but happily do what we do.

Case in point? I've had Assistant Manager assist me cashier during busy times.

The bottom-line I'm trying to message is you get out of anything in this life is what you put in it. If you know anything about me, you know that I'm an all-in, all-day, every day, all-American, dyed in wool, kinda man so I'm guaranteed to get everything outta this!

This has been my C Note!

Keep digging,
'los; outro.
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