40 strange hours

Hello and welcome. My name is Scott and I sell auto parts for a living. Specifically, I manage a wholesale warehouse with a cursed retail counter that we all hate (more on that later, I'm sure). I began this venture in high school working part time in a warehouse, sweeping floors, emptying garbage, performing general dirty jobs, and basically getting treated like the garbage I was tasked to remove. I did it for about two years, but eventually quit because my boss was just kind of a mean person. Okay, he was a colossal dick. Most bosses are supposed to be dicks, but being 18 years old, I didn't really understand that and just thought he was picking on me so I quit. During that time, I learned a great deal about auto parts, so I blindly continued along that path. I started with my current company as a minimum wage delivery driver in the spring of 2002 and gradually worked my way up the ladder to the moderately more glamorous position of manager.
     I now oversee a crew of six employees, five of whom are drivers, and one who is a driver/assistant manager/weirdo. Actually we're all a bit weird, which, as anyone who has ever worked in the auto parts industry knows, is a prerequisite.They are a fairly hard working bunch, very loyal, somewhat intelligent (they get their shoes on the right feet every day, so I guess that counts for something), and absolutely nuts. I have never met sillier, funnier people. For all the daily aggravations we suffer from being in a customer-service driven business, we have an equal amount of fun. We all spend a healthy amount of each day laughing at the stupidest shit, which I think is why we're all able to survive the ol' forty hours.
    Not long ago, one of my minions said that we should turn our store into a reality TV show. I doubt anyone would watch our ugly faces, but I thought maybe a blog would be interesting. If nothing else, it will make me use my brain for something other than a hat rack, and perhaps amuse me for a while. If I'm lucky, it will amuse you, too.
     I often remind myself of Al Bundy, shuffling home from a long day at work with my head hung low in the classic pose of unfathomable shame and spectacular failure, yet with still enough spirit left to be able to laugh at the absurdity of the world of corporate consumerism. It is in that spirit that I present this blog.
     I have to die someday; I'm pretty sure it will either be from stress or laughter. Welcome to my world.