September 2. Day two.
Tuesdays are difficult for me. I’m not sure why. I seem to
be more tired, more emotional; less able to handle stressful situations. I even
hurt all over like I am getting the flu. Almost every week. This is, however,
an improvement. It used to be every day. I’ll eat dinner, shower, go to bed
early, toss and turn, get a little rest, and will feel better in the morning.
Today’s adventure consists of drugs. Illegal drugs. We have
several different UPS accounts that we use at work. One of those accounts was
hijacked. A co-worker and I have been communicating with a UPS official in
tracking some of the packages that are being shipped using our account number.
Recently, a federal agent contacted our President and CEO and informed him that
marijuana was being shipped. Last week,
one of those packages was sent to us because the ship to address was not legible.
My co-worker’s
brother works at UPS and came in today to open the container inside the package.
Let’s just say it was much more potent and much more, um, valuable than pot. He
sent an undercover police officer to pick it up. I stated over and over to make
sure there was paperwork stating that we handed the goods over, because I
signed for that package and my finger prints were all over that container!
We don’t have that much excitement everyday.
Until tomorrow….
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