Cold weather is on its way...

It has been in the 50's here in Texas lately... although today it is in the 70's, lol! The other day, I stepped outside and the wind just ripped through my jacket. I mean, it was frigid! It immediately reminded me of the coldest I have ever been in my life. It was when I was working nights at FedEx. I was perfectly happy working in my area when I was told that I would start working in a new area that they had just opened. By no means was this a promotion... in fact, you could call it a demotion in every sense of the word, except for making the same amount of money. This job was longer hours, crappier work, and driving a Tug that was a piece of shit. Tugs are the little tractors that we drove to move the huge containers of packages; the one that I drove in IDG was an upright diesel... this piece was a horrible design that FedEx only had about 6 of left, lucky me. Tug drivers are issued bibs (basically heavily insulated, waterproof overalls) and heavyweight waterproof parkas. I was a tug driver. And yet, I did not have these even though I had told both my old manager and new manager that I not been given these. "Oh yea, we'll get right on that" was always the response. It was December, in Memphis, and it was raining... HARD! Rain was not in the forecast for weeks. I usually wore, 2 pair of pants, 2 pair of socks, 2 t-shirts, a sweatshirt, and a pullover. I already hated my new area, my boss, and didn't care for too many of my coworkers; needless to say, I was much happier in my old area. So, it's raining, HARD, and I am freezing, literally. I am soaking wet and could not get dry. Too many other people had my idea already and had raided the trashcans of their garbage bags and using them as a make-shift pancho. Not one garbage can still had any bags in them. I was so cold it was hard to turn the steering wheel on my tug. I was shivering uncontrollably, I couldn't feel my hands, or make fists, or work my fingers. And all the while my new boss was yelling at all of us to work faster because the planes were late because of the storm. I really can't express in words how cold and miserable I was. I had to sign my timecard with an "X" because I couldn't close my hand enough to grip a pen. Even if I could, the muscles in my forearms were so cold that they wouldn't fire to move my hand. This seemed like a Navy SEALS training mission or something like that for about 5 hours, which seemed a helluva lot longer. Whenever I think I am cold, I just think back to that night and it doesn't seem that bad, lol!