My day started with an unfamiliar alarm at 5 a.m. I haven’t used an alarm to wake up for quite some time, and I’ve noticed recently that the iPhone’s “birdsong” no longer gets my attention. Though it does get the attention of foster cat Khloe and my Goffin cockatoo.
I quickly and silently crept from my room as to not wake said cockatoo. She needs her sleep and the last thing the teenager needs is a grouchy Goffin yelling for me.
I got dressed in the bathroom.
I had even worn my “Monday mood” socks with the coffee on them from my adult days of the week socks, because even though it’s Sunday, it’s Monday to me. I think this new work schedule renders my days of the week socks obsolete.
I went downstairs, made a cup of coffee and while waiting for it to brew, loaded the dishwasher. I had no intention of feeding cats at 5 a.m.
But you can’t sneak with cats around.
Most of them watched me drink my coffee.
I got in the car and discovered the teenager forgot to put gas in it. 85 miles to empty.
I made it to the Bizzy Hizzy by 6:05, greeted by my favorite security guard.
And I was assigned to Stitch Fix Freestyle QC. I stayed there until 3 p.m. so I guess that means I did a whole shift in that department.
The Big Boss of the Warehouse stopped by, I believe around 7:30 a.m. I overheard him ask our supervisor if everyone showed up.
I enjoyed freestyle today. And I really like the break schedule— it makes a 10-hour day feel like an 8-hour day, at least emotionally.
At our first break (8:55 to 9:10), Stitch Fix served us catered breakfast.
Meanwhile, the teenager and her dog hung out with Nala. The Goffin.
My phone would not track my steps today, leaving me to add them manually.
I had a good meeting with my new supervisor and process lead because they wanted to get to know me. And to introduce themselves. And this is one of the corny parts of Stitch Fix corporate culture that I like— they encourage everyone to connect with one another as people not just as cogs in the wheel.
Honestly the rest of the day passed quickly. Just before last break (3:10 to 3:25) I received word that my estranged husband crashed his car.
And after break, I was walking back to my station in women’s returns when I looked at the time clock at 3:27 p.m. — the time I normally clock in.
At 3:45 p.m., we all looked very confused as the loudspeaker walked us through our first stretches of the day.
And we looked confused again when the 5 p.m. safety message played as we clocked out.
The teenager drove her father home. We then stopped at Wawa for gas and dinner. I got a black bean bowl with grilled chicken, spinach, carrots, lettuce and I’m not even sure what for sauce.
The first few bites were the best thing I ever tasted, but by the end I was very sick of it.
I ended my night trying to keep Nala the Goffin from attacking Khloe the foster cat.