Just what it says. I don't really like my job. Off the top of my head, these are the biggest reasons why.
10) Number system
This is getting less annoying, but it still sucks. The aisles are numbered as if you'd go from one numerically into the next while on an order, which snakes you around and really f*&%s up the way that everything is numbered. Also, aisles 17, 18, 26, and 30 all hold a special wish from me that they burn in hell, because their contents is either unstackable, heavy (80+ lbs), or both.
9) Commute
Ok, I don't even have to pay for gas cuz I'm busting my butt so much that my dad is pitching in, and it still kills. Every week I go through a tank's worth. Maybe this is average for all you morning commuters out there, but the damn place is a half an hour away from my house, and I have to coast like mad to try and save gas.
8) Constant work
So, if you know me, normally I would list this as a good thing. I like to work. I like to feel as if what I'm doing has a purpose, and I am getting stuff done fast and well. But this is the ultimate in IT-NEVER-ENDS kind of work. It's mind numbing. I hear a number, pick up a thing, try to place this thing on the pallet so it doesn't fall/break, then repeat. I apply it to the menial labor people speak of in hell, moving rocks back and forth or whatever. Actually, this is the complete opposite of that - I mean, I'm bringing food to people who are going to be sustained by it. But if they could just drink less bottled water, my back might love them a little bit more. Which brings me to my next one:
7) Pain
Again, normally if you know me this wouldn't even make the list. I put myself through tons of pain all the time. It's called weight lifting, sports, and other types of work that I do. All in all, I'm used to pain But this, this is just constant. And I'm doing it to myself without ever getting to see any of the money I'm making, so it feels like it's for free, and that makes it all the worse. My back feels like your legs do after you run five miles - you know that burning, tingling, I'm-gonna-give-out-on-you feeling? Put that in your back for a few days. My hands hurt from catching things before they smash my face, arms, feet, etc. My arms look like I was trying to cut myself, with all these cardboard-shaped incisions.
6) Damn F*^&ing Construction
This should have been higher on the list, but that just speaks to how much I hate all the other stuff ahead of this. They are building an addition to this warehouse, another 200 yd facility the same size as the current one, and there are construction guys everywhere, with all their tools and junk lying around. Also, they are redo-ing several random patches of concrete all along the most-often used aisles in the warehouse, which makes life hell for anyone trying to go anywhere.
5) Payscale
At first, I revelled in the potential payout this job could give me. Then I had my first day, and realized how damn stupid it was. I bust my ass every day, and have barely achieved their minimum, '85% efficiency' rating. Yes, part of it is not knowing where to go or what to do, and another part is the construction slowing everybody down, but it's just impossible to watch the potential money going out the door because of things I can't completely control.
4) Music
It's beyond my control, and it's invariably old country. Those two things drive me nuts. It's like a brainwashing insult to all my senses. I have an annoying computer voice in one ear, and tons of twangy complaints rushing in the other.
3) Boxes
There's a special, dark, evil place in my heart for all cardboard boxes. This grew out of moving 6 seperate times. I hate it. It reminds me of all the insecurity, lack of control, stress, and sad events of my childhood, since most were preceeded by packing up and moving. It takes a lot to beat out something like that.
2) Headsets
And these are making it their goal to do just that. Their pure annoyance factor pushed them this far. The cord gets in my way, the headset only picks up the 'bang' from a dropped box and thinks it's me saying a number, while completely missing my voice which it was programmed to hear, and they actually hurt my head. Fantastic. Way to go, technology. (I swear at these a lot. Sure hope there isn't someone getting all the feeds from our headsets into a computer or something, or I might soon be out of a job...).
1) Computer voice
But nothing beats out the voice coming in from those damned headsets. I swear this voice will haunt my dreams for years. It's this computer generated voice that sounds way more fake than the creators probably wanted it. It goes around telling me I said '8' when I didn't say anything, tells me I'm wrong (that really, really gets to me. It doesn't know what the hell it's talking about), and just generally squawking at me all the damn day long. I know it's bad when I smile at the idea of the command to shut it up when I go on break or go home for the day, since then I know it's gotten to me.
But at least I have school to go back to. A guy was helping me reorganize an order I messed up, and genuinely wished that he could go back to school in the fall. The idea that 'this is it' has probably struck him pretty hard. I don't have to look around and see my permanent future yet, thank GOD. My life can still be whatever it is I want it to be. It really made me stop being mad about the day and thankful I've only got about 18 work days left this summer. And thankful for a lot of other things.
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