on ups

[wellownedbkup]

+ 9.50 an hour. with benefits. and discounts.
+ east wing has got to be almost as easy as small sort.
- east wing is easy, but fucking heavy boxes.
+ no more 2:30 mornings! actually 20 to 4 is so much cooler.
- until you realize that that means it's fucking bright outside when you leave and you know there's that whole no sleep, sun in eyes bitchiness.
+ i made some pretty good friends. which is saying something.
- my supervisor leaves much to be desired. like a brain. and the capacity to leave me alone when it's too fucking early to be joking around.
+ my supervisor was all amazed and shit about the way i loaded the truck.
- my hips? TOO BIG TO LOAD A TRUCK OMYGOD. seriously. if they want a space that's less than a foot and a half (or two feet... god two feet would be love), my ASS says NO.
- also? my knees say HELL NO to climbing up 2 feet to climb through narrow passages and pick up hefty heavy packages. ow. my right knee feels twisted.
- tingly fingertips at a total of 5 hours now. this can't be good. it's like a lack of proper circulation, i'm sure.
+ i got money today! and that's always good. but not ups, of course. but still. money!
+ east wing is like cake. or steak. hard to chew, but better than anything if done right.
+ only one truck to load? and a fairly simple set up of truck?? and right by the front door?? = love.
- i forgot to clock out this morning.
+ i work by at least one guy i made friends with. he and his girlfriend are pretty cool. even if she got small sort.
+ my socks mis match.

Comments

[totalimmoral.livejournal.com]

I get the tingly finger tips.

I always chalked it up to pinched nerveness. Hmm