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some_stars) wrote2011-08-22 07:17 pm
some_stars) wrote2011-08-22 07:17 pm
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I have a job! It is the exact same shitty job I had three years ago, in the exact same shopping center no less, so I really feel like my life has gone somewhere. At least minimum wage is up 25 cents since then.
For the rest of this week, until the store opens on Saturday, said job will consist of pretty much what it involved today: lifting and moving shit for hours. Sometimes heavy shit longer distances, sometimes lots and lots of small shit that needs to be organized. I have eight million questions I need to ask that make me anxious as they're mostly a series of tiny demands, or at least they seem that way in my head. I know in theory that needing five minutes and a clean place to eat a granola bar or something every 3-4 hours isn't unreasonable, but I have longstanding Issues about being the only one who needs to eat, or take a break, or go slower, or whatever. Especially at this kind of job where everything's kind of--it's not like there's an HR office. I also really need to know exactly how long I'm going to be working on any given day--like, if they need me longer I need the schedule to reflect that so that I can always leave when I expect to leave--but I won't actually be mentioning that since it's only two months and it is, again, not that kind of job. I am going to ask for a schedule for the rest of the week, though. Firmly if necessary. Also if the paperwork isn't done by the end of this week I'll...something. That kind of thing would seem sketchier with a business that wasn't so sketchy and temporary by nature, but there's a limit.
And I need to cancel my therapy appointment on Thursday, and cancel a couple other appointments, and obtain lunch food so I don't have to eat at the expensive cafe, and...do something about my hands, which are already starting to get messed up. And remember to bring aspirin. And find out if there's a clock anywhere, because I don't trust myself to carry my iPhone around in my pockets and not break it immediately.
All that ridiculousness aside: it is nice to have a job. And if I can survive this week, the rest should be less physically demanding, ie, only as much as retail usually is for me, which is pretty awful but survivable; more than a week of this really isn't. But I will enjoy having money and a feeling of semi-legitimacy as an adult human.
For the rest of this week, until the store opens on Saturday, said job will consist of pretty much what it involved today: lifting and moving shit for hours. Sometimes heavy shit longer distances, sometimes lots and lots of small shit that needs to be organized. I have eight million questions I need to ask that make me anxious as they're mostly a series of tiny demands, or at least they seem that way in my head. I know in theory that needing five minutes and a clean place to eat a granola bar or something every 3-4 hours isn't unreasonable, but I have longstanding Issues about being the only one who needs to eat, or take a break, or go slower, or whatever. Especially at this kind of job where everything's kind of--it's not like there's an HR office. I also really need to know exactly how long I'm going to be working on any given day--like, if they need me longer I need the schedule to reflect that so that I can always leave when I expect to leave--but I won't actually be mentioning that since it's only two months and it is, again, not that kind of job. I am going to ask for a schedule for the rest of the week, though. Firmly if necessary. Also if the paperwork isn't done by the end of this week I'll...something. That kind of thing would seem sketchier with a business that wasn't so sketchy and temporary by nature, but there's a limit.
And I need to cancel my therapy appointment on Thursday, and cancel a couple other appointments, and obtain lunch food so I don't have to eat at the expensive cafe, and...do something about my hands, which are already starting to get messed up. And remember to bring aspirin. And find out if there's a clock anywhere, because I don't trust myself to carry my iPhone around in my pockets and not break it immediately.
All that ridiculousness aside: it is nice to have a job. And if I can survive this week, the rest should be less physically demanding, ie, only as much as retail usually is for me, which is pretty awful but survivable; more than a week of this really isn't. But I will enjoy having money and a feeling of semi-legitimacy as an adult human.
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If it would be helpful, I could provide info on climber hand care, as we're perpetually dealing with scraped/blistered/grazed hands.