working at a wearhouse and taking up, boxing up and shipping out orders all over the Americas sound great and was working well...ish.
till three orders turned five, eight, twenty.
small pallets become larger and larger ....god. I had to pull a Newyork-new york city order. that is three or four pallets worth, and 5 or 7 boxes high.
gha i'll show the you the math later, but in total weight, is that of a small car.... with small...rusty wheels. I have to cart that bad boy around all by my lone some...yeah. i'm the only guy doing this....no help!!
and I'm slow....I know. but they keep saying you have to get faster...yeah I tried that.....twisted by back out of place from just swinging back in forth from picking up boxes and dropping them into the next from side to side.
but again. the get faster part.
they talk to me like if I'm a 9 year veteran of the place and suddenly getting slow. dude.. I'm alone, taking steps to not screw you a $100080 order (numbers are made up but you get the idea of how stress i get if I screw up....
oh god the screw ups. I'm trying hard to get stuff out without leaving the older papers untouched (orders have a 3 day wait...4th day..pfft trouble and whiny phone calls) and keeping them from piling up on my desk, but they tell me to slow down and cheak what i'm doing.......dammit that what i have been doing, but every now again, I HAVE..YES HAAAAAAVE to hurry or I'll be swimming in papers.
yes I like my job, I want to keep my job but one greenhorn can only do so much T^T.
dammit. I know most of these people's names, i lost 18 pounds I HAVE MONEY!. but the stress is getting to me. I'm losing sleep, its getting harder and harder to talk to people and I feel spent most of the time. I'm border lining on being letgo (FIRED!!!!!) but also leaving.......whaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo nooo, that part I don't want to do just yet.....cause I have insurance, buying my meds are cheaper, getting ready to get new glasses, dental......and check ups.....ok maybe check up.....And I would hate to lose that...but I know I have to let go...I just hate to just leave.....
not the best rant...but rant is what it is.
if you feel like saying someing...shoot. but please don't say sorry or feel sad for me or...meh. I'm just venting and flipping chairs to see what mess i can make with words PFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT see<-------