new job
May 8, 2007
Started my new job last Tuesday night. And let me just say this…the night shift really takes some getting used to once you have become accustomed to being up during daylight hours. But it’s okay because I like being up at night.
This job is…well, pretty awesome, actually! The people are all really nice. Everyone came up to me on my first night and asked me how I was liking it so far. The work is a piece of cake…a little hectic sometimes, but nothing like the last warehouse job I had. Every night this last week, I actually looked forward to going to work, and I an honestly say that I have hardly ever felt that way about any job I have had.
A lot of warehouses are kind of “clique-ish” when it comes to who talks to whom. This place isn’t like that at all. Everyone is equal, and there’s not a word of gossip about anyone going on in that place. I kid you not! Of course, that may be because there are not that many people that work there. I like that part, too.
I don’t like a lot of people running around a big warehouse where no one really knows who the hell you are or what you do. That’s what the last place was like. I felt like I was nothing more than a number in the computers and a name on the payroll and not much else. Employees weren’t even evaluated as individuals…they were evaluated as an entire group. Like a friggin’ herd of cattle or something. If one of us wasn’t giving milk that day, the rest of us got blamed for it.
I spilled a five gallon barrel of polyurethane last night. If you have never had to clean up spilled polyurethane…trust me, you don’t ever want to. It involves lots of kitty litter and heavy duty scraping. And it pretty much sucks balls. I have a feeling I will be smelling that shit for the rest of the week. Even better…someone spilled a big bucket of blue paint and left it laying in the middle of the aisle, so I got stuck cleaning that up, too. Luckily, I don’t mind. Kept me busy, and helped me kill some time before it was time to go home.
I will be so happy when I get to go back to school. I like working in warehouses and all, but I don’t want to do it for the rest of my life, because I know that I am not always going to be young and spry. Concrete floors do some pretty nasty stuff to your knees after a few years.
My only real goal right at the moment is to lose the weight that I gained while doing the “sitting-on-my-ass” security job for six months. I will never EVER do security again. For one, you get absolutely no respect. Two…your primary function is to sit there and look intimidating in your uniform. You really hold no importance whatsoever because people just don’t pay attention to security guards. It’s a low end job with even lower-end pay…and it just ain’t worth it. The whole experience was a HUGE waste of my time as a highly cerebral creature.
Got a new work-out DVD in the mail today. Looking forward to trying it out. But for now…I have to get ready to go to work.
