Well, it actually started about 3 weeks ago, but it came to a proverbial "head" on Tuesday the 25th.  Both Bob and I have experienced a great deal of physical pain from walking on the concrete, and the limited number of opportunities to sit during the ten hour work day.  Bob's back, however, had been getting worse, despite his heavy use of muscle rub and icy hot and patches.  Tuesday morning he woke up not feeling too well, but we went to work anyway.  He tried to last for the entire day, but there were just too many large and heavy orders, and he shocked the heck outta me by announcing at 1:30 in the afternoon that he couldn't make it to five and that we needed to go home.  So home we went ... dosed ourselves with pain killers and muscle rubs, and hoped for the best.

Wednesday we managed to get up and go to Wal-Mart, where we got the haircuts in the salon that's in the front, but even that was too much and we ended up in the ER that night.

This is our second trip to the ER in the 7 weeks.  Bob got an ear infection early on, and we ended up in the ER for that, but didn't miss any work.  For a small town, Coffeyville's ER is amazing.  Coming from Crescent City, where an ER visit is a minimum of 6 to 12 hrs, and where we've stayed for up to 25 hours without his being admitted, to get in and out of this ER in under 5 hrs was just a blessing.  And both times the doctor administered meds there, in case we couldn't get the prescriptions until the next day.  Gotta LOVE that part.

So the Dr. thinks at first that it's a kidney stone ... blood work, urine samples, and a cat scan later, they can't find one so Dr. decides it must be a muscle spasm, and gives him a couple of shots, two prescriptions, and instructs him to followup on Friday at his office.  That's something else we liked about this hospital:  the ER is staffed by local doctors, not rent-a-medics. 

BUT ... he can't drive given these meds, and he can't be left alone, so ... we both have to miss work.  So we do the mandatory call in, and take our point-lumps.  You accumulate points for missing work, and when you reach a certain number of points, they give you the boot.

Friday he's worse, and the doctor won't release him for work (Gee, ya think?) of course, and changes his meds again and schedules a follow up for Monday.  Wal Mart pharmacy didn't carry one of the prescriptions, so we had to drive back into town to another pharmacy for one, and then back to Walmart for the other, and of course one of the meds isn't covered by his insurance so we're out of pocket $64.

Monday he saw two doctors, as the one from the ER brought in a second doctor as a consult, and they both said he should go back to TX to see his regular doctors, given his medical history.  The alternative would be for them to admit him to the hospital and start running tests.  Given that  his Scott and White insurance probably wouldn't cover that, being out of plan and all, it became a no brainer to get ourselves back to TX as quickly as we could.

That wasn't as easy as you might have expected ... more coming in the next blog post.

This is a clip that my husband took during an unrehearsed jam session in 2010.  We'd gone to an open mic night, and found that only 3 people who could play anything showed up, and one of them didn't bring his guitar. So, since the place was empty and we were among friends, we tried a lot of stuff.  This is one of the few clips that turned out half way decent and worth sharing.

That's me on the left, playing my fiddle, or at least pretending to play, since I'm self taught.

I can sure see that I've lost weight.  Wow.  I think I'm around 25 lbs lighter now.

Sorry for the rocky start ... that just happens to be where he turned the camera on.  We didn't know he was shooting video.  To be totally honest, I'm not entirely sure HE knew he was shooting video, ha-ha-ha.  As you can hear, the guitar is too close to him ... but given that it was a relatively inexpensive little Sony Cybershot, the sound quality isn't all that bad!

Anyway, I sure miss my fiddle.  I brought along my Pancordion accordion, which I've had energy to play exactly twice, and my small keyboard which is just taking up space in the bedroom.  However ... God Help Me ... I found a little Gold Excelsior Accordiana in the local pawn shop.  It's a bit over priced, but it's so much lighter than the Crucianelli, that I'm horribly tempted to go buy it.

I feel like celebrating.  We have made it a little over a quarter of the way through this adventure.

On the plus side, I've reduced my gravitational pull by a full 15 pounds, we've made some much needed repairs to the van with a few more planned, and added quite a few kitchen appliances to the trailer including a microwave and new crock-pot.  We've enjoyed meeting and visiting with some of the other campers, and we've experienced the joy of being recognized and greeted while out shopping.  The only other place that happens is Crescent City.

On the negative side of the balance sheet, though, is the physical pain from the high level of activity that we were not adequately prepared for, the expenses for work shoes, OTC pain medication, and the frustrations associated with working for people who lack skills we've come to expect from managers.  Being treated disrespectfully by young people who haven't a clue about who we are and what we know is uncomfortable, and the whole factory setting that treats employees like cattle is a royal pain in the proverbial drain.

We work what's known as the donut shift, but we don't get donuts.  It means we work two days with one management team, skip a day, then work two days with the other daytime management team.  You'd think that both teams would be operating out of the same handbook, but there are differences and remembering who wants what is frustrating at times.  Several work practices are mandatory on one of the shifts and verboten on the other.  One has a happy, helpful, "we're all on one team" approach, while the other has the most unhappy, "I gotta get MY numbers, so screw you"  attitude, it's unreal.  That's been difficult to work in for a couple of reasons.  First, the job curtails personal freedom and expression just because of what it is we are doing, and also because at this point in our lives we've become accustomed to a retirement lifestyle and having to punch a time clock and submit to security checks and having our lunch bag examined is annoying.

The biggest issue for most of us recently, however, is that the break room and bathroom closest to our work area is being remodeled and is inaccessible.  So on the 15 minute break, which you lose at least 5 minutes of walking out of your work area, you have to add a lengthy hike to get to a toilet.  No allowance has been made for people to travel this extra distance, and we are told we must stay at our stations right up until the moment the clock ticks over to the designated break time.  So if I try to use the facilities on my scheduled break, I literally only get to sit as long as it takes to urinate, and I can just barely get back to my work station before I'm deemed late. 

Lunches have been a nightmare, because it's literally a 7 or 8 minute walk from where we end our morning shift to the security checkpoint at the break room, so we lose almost half of our lunch break just getting to our lunch.  Then if we happen to trigger the alarm, which my new bra did one day, we have to empty our pockets and go be scanned with a wand ... and our names get put on a list ... and there goes another 2 to 5 minutes.  The break room is very large, but there are no entrances at the back due to security issues, so you literally have to walk the length of the room, go through security, and then walk all the way back to your lunch.  I've become the fastest eater ever in my attempts to consume enough food to sustain me for the course of my second half work day.  I'm very relieved to find that yesterday the back break room had been reopened, although it didn't yet have the ice machine or refrigerators back in place.  What I'm most anxious about, though, is the reopening of the restroom.  I hope it's operational again next week.

I've spent a great deal of time pondering this whole situation, and also working hard at adjusting my own attitude so that I can survive this without a mental break down.  This job doesn't use any of my skills other than eye hand coordination and physical strength and stamina. They don't want me to think ... just move faster.   I'm trying, but there's a limit to how fast an oldish body like this one can adapt.  I get so tired that I'm falling asleep almost as soon as we get home, sometimes I don't even want to eat.  Then when I get a day off, I end up sleeping 12 to 14 hours.  Makes the time go by faster, but sure makes it feel as though all I do is work.  I'm hoping that as I get stronger and develop some additional endurance (and reduce my mass along the way) that going faster will become easier.

I play mind games with myself to help with the stress.  I tell myself that I'm being paid to lose weight, that I'm an athlete in training, and that this stint will not only pay for my products at the Trade Show in March, but also that I will be ready to walk the aisles without collapsing.  The last Trade Show we attended, we walked so much the first day, that the next day I felt like my legs were going to pop out of my hip sockets.  It was a really strange and painful feeling, but thankfully it passed after a few days of rest and lighter activity.

So here I am at the beginning of the second two-days-off-in-a-row weekend in my big Up The River adventure, looking forward to some Facebook time, getting some cleaning and organizing of the Argosy done, and visiting with our new friends.  I know it's going to slip by quickly, so I intend to savor every moment.  I think it's Ram Dass who always says, "Be Here Now" ... and that's my  motto for this weekend.

Love these soft and cozy slippers I received this week from my friend Las Vegas Elaine.  I say Las Vegas because I have more than one friend by that name,  but I don't want to post her last name here out of respect for her privacy.  I love them so much, I built a Squidoo page about them.  Click the image to go to the Squidoo page ... it will open in a new window.

September 8 and 9 we had our first 2 days off in a row since we began this adventure on August 13.  I slept most of the weekend, just barely managing to buy groceries and get the laundry done.  Then we went back to work on Monday and Tuesday.  Last night I fell asleep right after we got home, and except for getting up to change into my night clothes and a bathroom visit or two, I slept for 14 straight hours.  I think I was tired.

Nice surprise on the bathroom scales this morning, though ... I discovered I've lost 15 lbs in one month without trying.  There's just something about staying on your feet moving your arms and legs and lifting objects for ten hours each day that burns calories, I guess.  I can truthfully say I'm being paid to lose weight.  :)

Although I've been paying for it in the pain department, but the weight loss is something I can focus on when I'm unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  It's hard to focus on the money that we hope to accumulate by the end of this project, when we keep finding things we need to spend it on now, even though the things we've been buying are needed and are making things last longer or work  better or both.  We've been spending our money as fast as we've earned it replacing parts on the van and the Argosy.

I now officially adore crock pot liners.  We have used them twice now, and it makes it easy to go from one crock pot dinner to the next, even when we're so tired we can hardly think.

One of the few high points I look forward to is seeing what new things people are buying.  Like that game I wrote about last post, CARDS AGAINST HUMANITY, the item that we packed most of this past week was a book entitled No Easy Day: The Firsthand Account of the Mission That Killed Osama Bin Laden.  We ordered a copy for Scott, Bob's youngest son, and sent it gift wrapped via Amazon.  He should be getting it today, as a matter of fact.  I hope he enjoys it.  I'm going to see if they've got it in at the library here ... I want to read it, but not enough to buy a second copy.  I suspect that it's selling fast and furious because it's the anniversary of the twin towers going down.  Yesterday was the anniversary of that day we'll forever know as nine-eleven (9/11).  Much like the day John Lennon was killed, and the day the space shuttle exploded, I suspect I'll always remember where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news.

Well, friends, I have nothing else to share today, so I'll leave you with some ideas for reading, if you're interested.  I'll list some of the books that I've seen going out along with No Easy Day.  Please remember that these are my affiliate links, so if you should happen to  make an Amazon purchase I will receive a small commission that has zero impact on the price that you pay.  It just means I'll get it instead of Amazon getting to keep it. :)

Completed our 3rd week out of the 19 scheduled, and today is our day off for laundry and cleaning.  We completed most of our shopping after work last night, which was a big change for us. 

I can tell I'm stronger and better able to manage the job, not only from my increase in packing speed, but also because I was able to go shopping after work.

Coffeyville is beginning to feel a lot like "home" because we know people from the job, and we are recognized and greeted by people in the stores and restaurants now.  The last place that happened was Crescent City, so it felt awesome to have 3 different greetings and chats in the store last night. 

Packing products isn't a glamorous job, and like running a CNC machine, it's a lot of repetition.  Once you get past the learning curve and develop some proficiency, there are really only two things you can do to keep from being bored beyond belief.  One is to compete with yourself for speed, and the other is to notice what you're packing.  Bob and I compare notes each night, calling out top speeds and unique or unusual items, pretty much the same games we played last year when we were putting products onto the shelves, and into the system.

We also pay attention to FBA products, noticing how they are packaged as part of our research for the 2013 plans we've made.  That's another story, though.

The most interesting thing we packed yesterday was a card game and two expansion packs.  What caught our eyes was that it says it's "a party game for horrible people" and says it's politically incorrect.  Well, that was intriguing, but when I searched Google for information about the game, I learned that it's very new and was financed on KickStarter.  It's apparently been in the top ten games on Amazon, but I did not know that.  The back story on Wikipedia is fascinating, so I won't spoil it for you. 

Looks like we'll be putting in another 50 hrs this week, since there's OT available on Sunday.

In other news of note, we went to the ER last Thursday night, because my husband's ear was bothering him and getting worse.  It's a lovely little facility, and the staff were very pleasant.  We were in and out in less than 3 hrs, which is a first for any ER visit we've ever experienced.  Most amazing to us was that they didn't require up front payment or co-payment, asking instead where we'd like the bill sent.  Of course, that could be because of Bob having Medicare plus secondary insurance, but it was nice none the less.  Plus, we got out of there in time to rush over to Wal-Mart to have the prescriptions filled, so that was good.  No lost work time, and we were only about an hour past our bedtime when it was over.

Lots of chores on the agenda today, including laundry, auto repair, and some research for a private issue we're facing.  I am going to try something new this week:  Crock Pot Liners.   The crock pot cooking works out extremely well, except that it didn't get washed so I wasn't able to use it the second half of this week.  So I decided that maybe using crock pot liners might be a sensible solution to my problem this time around.  I bought mine at Wal-Mart, but Reynolds sells them on Amazon.  Who knew? 

Time flies when you're having fun, but it also zips by at the speed of light when you are fully engaged in an activity for over half of each day and sound asleep the rest of the time.
Today is Wednesday of our third week "up the river" and we really need this day off.

We worked overtime again on Sunday, so we've already put in 30 of our 50 hours this week.


 I know some of my friends just cannot comprehend why I go and do crazy things like this, but there IS a method to my madness and it's not all about the money, though the money was the major reason we opted to try this one more time.

I am an information junkie, I suppose.  Many times in my life I have taken on a job or a project just because I wanted to know more about something.  That's why I have enjoyed working as a temp in the past.  There are so many interesting things out there, and if you stay in one place and work at one job for your lifetime, you'll never experience most of them. 

Bob and I are alike in this need for novelty, and we've learned that it doesn't go away just because you get older.  It only makes you a little more selective about what's left that you want to do in your time on this planet.  We are using this experience as a springboard to our plans for 2013, in which we pursue our goal of location independent retailing via the FBA program. 

The earnings from this season will finance the equipment I need, plus a trip to the ASD trade show next March where we will be able to invest in some inventory on the spot.  Not to mention the 100 or so boxes of books in our storage unit that have been waiting for us to list them. 

The thing is, now that I've worked in receiving, stow, and packing, I have observed many of the reasons why product gets damaged or lost between the time the seller puts it in the box and the time the buyer opens the package.  How many other FBA sellers know what I am learning?  My guess is not very many.

At the bare minimum, this information will allow me to package my products in such a manner that they can survive the trip through the warehouse and end up in the package as pristine as when I shipped them in.

Back to the present, we are enjoying our stay at the RV Park here in Coffeyville.  Last year we stayed across the street from the fulfillment center at Big Chief RV Park.  We laughed often at how small our 1987 Argosy by Airstream looks when sitting among the much newer and much taller RVs.  We called it our little cracker box, because it looked like a tube of saltines sitting in a row of loaves of bread.

This year, we are at the Buckeye Mobile / RV Estates and we like it.  There's a pond for fishing, and there is a lot less noise here, although there are trains that pass in the night.  However, unlike road noise, the trains don't wake me up.  In fact, until I was awake in the night from body aches, I didn't even realize that any trains came by at all.

This year we know at least two other couples who are staying in this park.  One couple from Minnesota stayed at Big Chief last year, and we met them at the big BBQ, but didn't work together.  This year we are in the same park and working in the same department, so we've had a chance to get to know them and have enjoyed their company tremendously.  Another couple in the park are also working in our department, and we hope to get to know them better.

The laundry facility here is nice, but it's rather small with only 3 washers and dryers, and there are a lot of people here who use it.  So it makes more sense for us to bundle up our things and go use the double loaders down at the laundry.

With two days off each week, the crock pot has become my best friend.  I load it up on Saturday and Wednesday nights, and put it on to cook before we leave for work on Sunday and Thursday mornings.  One crockpot full of meat and veggies lasts us two days, and we usually go get a fast food meal on Tuesday night. 

We shop on our days off, and do laundry, and clean the trailer.  Oh, and we sleep.  A lot.  I hope that we'll sleep less over time, but right now our poor bodies are just struggling to build up the muscles we need for stamina and endurance.  

OTC pain meds are our friends right now, although I hope we won't need them for the entire time we are here.  I've been alternating between aspirin, ibuprofen, and acetaminophen so as to minimize the risks of over dosing on any one of them.  I tried Aleve, but it only worked for the general muscle aches, and didn't touch the bone pain I have, so I went back to stacking the others.

Part of the pain is from using muscles that haven't been used for a long time.  Part of it is normal aches and pains from growing older.  A large portion, however, is from standing and walking on concrete for over 10 hours every day.  I have good shoes, but I think I'm going to invest in some even better shoes, and maybe even get some custom insoles down the road.  If I were to give anybody advice about working "up the river" I'd say to buy the best shoes you can afford, two pair if possible and break them in before you arrive.  Plus buy yourself some big bottles of pain pills, because you will need them.

To end on a bright note, however, you will probably lose weight if you work here.  I've lost at least six pounds so far, and I have been eating 5 times a day.  I discovered quickly that if I eat a small snack at each of my breaks in addition to my regular breakfast, lunch, and dinner, that I am better able to keep up the pace during the four work segments of my day.  I wasn't trying to lose weight, and the only reason I stepped onto the scale was because of a change I noticed in how my new clothes were fitting.  It was a delightfully pleasant surprise to see the lowest weight I've seen there for the past 3 or 4 years.  I've always said the only way to get me to exercise vigorously enough to lose weight is to pay me ... and this proves that it's true.  If this keeps up, I may have a brand new body for Christmas.  If I were to lose 2 lbs a week for the next 16 weeks of work, I'd weigh less than I did when I worked at the shipyard.  I would like that a lot.   I bet Bob would like that, too.  :)

Essentially, that's what we are doing, you know, selling our time for money.  No matter what you do to earn a living, essentially you are selling something.  Whether you sell a product or a service or your time, selling is involved.  Funny how we don't always grasp that fundamental fact, and associate the word "selling" with a  horrid mental image of a less-than-honest "salesman" whose entire purpose is to separate your money from your pockets.

It's a shame, really, because the exchange of products or services is the crux of all commerce, and without it our civilization would never have grown as it has.

But I digress ... what I wanted to say is that we are doing fine on the new job, and we've completed our first week.  This year, unlike last year, we did what's known here as "work hardening" and worked only half days this week.  With a 6:30 a.m. start time, one paid 15 minute break, and leaving at the start of lunch, we've averaged 5.5 hours each day this week.

The big surprise on Sunday was that we'd been placed on the donut shift, so our regular work week will have Wednesdays off in the middle, and the weekend off except on mandatory overtime, when we'd be expected to work on Sundays.  This is where the title, selling time for money, comes in.  There's mandatory overtime for donut shift on Sunday, only because we haven't completed our first 2 weeks, we have the option of working or not working.  Working would put around $300 more on our first payday, and that's not chump change in our book, plus an additional $20 into our completion bonus.  The big question is, are we physically capable of working 30 hrs in 3 days next week?  Is the wear and tear on our bodies and psyches going to be a fair trade for the money?  Because this will be the last time we have the option of not working an overtime day from here on out, I'm sort of on the fence about this.  I guess I'll have a better idea once this day is done and I see how much preparation for the coming weeks I can complete.

Last year I don't think I'd have made it through the first week if I'd had 4 tens in a row, as it was extremely tiring, especially at first.  So while the work hardening meant less than 40 hrs, I'm glad we got it.  As it turns out, we didn't lose all that much time, because day 1 of orientation gave us 7.5 hrs and we were able to work on Wednesday for a half day, bringing our total paid work hours up to around 30.  If we both work the OT, we'll have a full 80 hrs on our first paycheck, with 10 of the hrs being time and a half.  That would make a nice beginning to this adventure.

We are working in the packing department this year.  There's not as much walking, and there's no climbing of stairs, but it's still physically taxing work.  It's relatively easy from a mental perspective, and once a person has memorized all the box sizes and where they are located, and what each of the steps entails, one could almost do the job without thinking, on automatic pilot, kind of like driving becomes second nature and you don't have to actively think about each move before you make it.  It could be a very ZEN experience, if you don't let the pressure for speed get to you.

Working donut shift means we deal with two different sets of managers, and I can already see some differences in daily expectations.  Nothing major, but I am already developing a preference for one shift over the other.

One nice thing about this department that's worth mentioning is that our metrics are displayed right on our computer screen as we work, so there's no need for anyone to track us down, stop our work, and tell us what our numbers are.  That's nice.  In fact, both Thursday and Friday we were pointed to a line and pretty much were left alone to work.  We have a signal light to call for help when and if it's needed, and when we don't need assistance, they let us work uninterrupted.  That's also nicer than what happened to us last year, when we were continually (or so it felt) being told to drop what we were doing and rush over to another area.  One night I climbed 14 flights of stairs being sent from one area to another, ending up back where I started.  I was a bit hot under the collar that night, too.  I wasn't a happy camper on days when I had to deal with what I felt were incompetent people who had positions of authority.  So in many ways, this year is already much better than last.

So maybe this year won't be nearly as hard as last year was.  I hope so.  In any case, essentially we are selling 19 weeks of our life for enough money to accomplish some big goals in 2013.  I hope it's a win-win situation for us all.

That's about how I felt today at the Amazon Meet and Greet for Camperforce workers who are starting in August.  Seems many things have changed since last year, and some things I'll just have to wait to find out how they affect me.

Still are not sure of the hours we will be working - one lady said we won't start work until 6:30 am ... which is probably right, but somehow I had it in my head that we had to be to work by 5 in the morning.  6:30 sounds much better, but I won't get my hopes up just yet.

New name for what we do is Amazon Fulfillment ... so I don't know if that means they are retiring the term Camperforce or if the warehouse has been renamed ... or what.  Totally confused on that topic.

But on the bright side, there are three other couples here in this park that are starting in August, and one couple remembers us from last year!  They are doing their third year at Amazon.  Another couple staying at a different park also remembered us from last year, and are going to drive over and take a look at this one to see which place they like best. 

We measured mileage today, and it's just under 9 miles to work one way, and only 2 miles to the Sirloin Stockade.  So Tim is within walking distance of almost every eatery in town, plus the library and a grocery store.  That bodes well for the future. 

That about wraps up all the news that's fit to print.  We'll see how tomorrow goes.  Cia

This is the only image I was able to capture to document this incident.  Of all the times for my Bloggie's battery to fail. 

This is the hub that holds a hubcap and tire onto our Argosy.  It's the rear wheel on the left hand side.  As you can see, all six of the lug studs have been sheared.

We don't know why this happened - it was a brand new wheel.  This is just the beginning of the weirdness, though.  See, we did NOT notice that the wheel had left us.  We had just made the turn from Highway 95 onto IH-35, and had gone just a few miles when a small blue car came up on the driver's side honking and pointing and looking really frantic.  We pulled over, and she did, too - and when I walked up to her car, she told me a fantastic story of how our wheel had come off, and rolled off the road into a ditch and up the hill into the grass.

So there we were - missing a tire on the trailer, out in the middle of no where.  We drove slowly to the next town, which turned out to be more of a village with a gas station and a barber shop and not much else.  Heading back towards civilization, we were lucky to find a full service trucking tires & repair center, where we dropped the trailer and went in search of the tire.

Three hot and sweaty hours later, exhausted from walking up hills and into ditches searching for Loose Wheel (sing it with me, "You picked a fine time to leave us Loose Wheel.") we gave up and returned to the tire shop.

What can I say about that experience?  Those tire folks were our heroes.  They had to drive into Waco to find the parts needed, and they were smart about how they did it, taking no chances that they'd return with parts that wouldn't fit.  Photos and samples from the other tire went with them. 

They worked diligently and we were back on the road by 6:30 pm.  The hard part of that day was that it was triple digits and we have no air conditioning in the van, so we had to get creative to keep the cats cool.  I'm sure they didn't enjoy the day, but they didn't fight me when I wrapped them in wet towels and then fanned the towels to take advantage of the evaporation cooling. 

So we finally pulled in to the RV park where we had a reservation at about 10:30 that night.  I wanted to sit in the hot tub, but was too tired that night.  In the morning, I discovered the pool and hot tub facility is under construction for an upgrade.  So there was nothing to do but head on over to the casino for some breakfast.

While Tim and I were standing in line to get player's club cards for the meal discounts, a man handed Bob a coupon for a free breakfast as he was leaving and wasn't going to use it.  Sweet!  Breakfast buffet was $12 so that was quite the blessing.

We didn't walk out of there with tons of cash, but we did win enough little bits here and there to finance our playing.  Kind of like the biblical story of the loaves and fishes, although we didn't walk out with 12 baskets full, we didn't miss out on any of the fun we'd planned on, despite the tire repair having essentially wiped out our fun money.  WinStar at Thackerville is, depending on who you talk to, either the 3rd or 4th largest casinos in the world.  I believe it - they've done a lot more building and it's even bigger than an Amazon fulfillment center, and that's saying a lot.

I can't say that the food is five star dining, though.  It all seems a bit pricey and while it's decent, it never lives up to the price.  We had 3 meals there, including a late lunch at the "Toby Keith's I Love This Bar and Grill", and a light supper at the Palladium, and they were all over priced and at best OK.  Nothing like the food at the Spa Casino in Palm Springs, which has the BEST buffet I've ever eaten at in my entire life.

Now we are in Coffeyville, and are trying to catch our breath and get our bearings.  We've had another change of plans in that we've been reassigned from Inbound to Outbound, and will be working packing boxes for shipment if I understand correctly.  Now this is the last place in the warehouse I'd ask to work, but in this case I'm kind of relieved, because my leg has been hurting something fierce with a sciatica issue, and I've been scared that I wouldn't be able to walk or climb stairs to the degree that I know is required.  So I find out that I won't be walking nearly as much, and I won't be climbing stairs at all.  My leg shouldn't prevent me from meeting my goals and obligations in this position.  So once again, something that looks bad at first ends up being for the best.

I wish I could just totally grok this concept and completely stop judging things as being good or bad and just see how it  unfolds.