Warehouse Work

School is out for the summer and I no longer have work as a substitute. Luckily the company I subbed for, gave me some summer work options. Without hesitation, I denied the opportunity to work in a call center. I have no desire to pursue that again. My 3 days working in one was enough. That being said, to those people who can handle being cussed out and asked to be put on the "do not call list" every 2 seconds, go you!

I accepted a temporary job in a warehouse in the packaging and shipping department. My formal title is a "picker." (glamorous, I know) I spend my days, rolling a cart around and gathering various items that make up an order. At first, this job was  REALLY hard on my body. I definitely wasn't used to being on my feet for 8 plus hours a day lifting heavy boxes. At one point, I asked a co-worker how heavy one of the boxes I picked up was. 45 pounds was the response. One perk is that I am gaining muscle! The flab on my arms is steadily decreasing.

It's weird, but I kind of like what I do for now. I like to see so many orders get completed and to see how fast I'm working. One thing that makes me nervous every time is being audited. I don't want to have any mistakes! One day, I had 2 mistakes on just 1 order. When you make a mistake, it goes up on the board. We are divided into teams and I felt so bad that I let my team down. I have been extra careful since. (I've also learned that some auditors are nicer than others if you know what I mean :) The winning team of the week gets donuts. I convinced the team lead to bring my team pizza instead of donuts when we won. Everyone thanked me.

I learned my lesson the first day of work. Do not try to look stylish. The cute boots I wore were so uncomfortable and I was stuck with them for over 8 hours. Now, I wear a sports bra, many days sweat pants, and a t-shirt. My clothes get soooo dirty. Also, if you ever want to see me after work, make sure I've showered. With no air conditioning, I smell pretty gross. Something else I've had to get used to is having multiple cuts on my hands/arms at all times. At work, I'm constantly opening boxes with a knife. Let's just say my knife is dull...

Everyone has a story and it has been fun to get to know each of my co-workers. By looking at them, I never could have imagined what they have gone through. 

Now it's time for me to put my feet up and relax after a long day because tomorrow will be here before I know it.