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Imagine at least, probably more, 48 dell computer boxes stacked up in stacks of three, four per pallet, on pallets. They are about to my nose and six times wider then I am.
I luckily, thank you bookstore lady for distracting me into being late, just missed the stacking part but came just in time for transport to mail room.
The guys there? That aren't part of the mail room but kind of are? Pull one most of the way to the mail room and leave me to pull it in the rest of the way, situate it, and get the other three or so inside. I'm the only one there to do it, apparently, because they aren't part of the mail room, but kind of are, and I'm the only mail room person there.
I don't like a lot of help but... I'm a 110 pound woman, not exactly impressive looking and the key jack to lift the pallets goes to my throat. Its also extremely hard to manover if you haven't done so before and probably in of itself heavier and bigger then I am. With the boxes you're talking a couple hundred to a thousand pounds I'd guess.
Six near broken feet later and seven stops using abdominal muscles.. I have two in and a half an hour has passed. Everyone just kind of stares at me as I keep working- finally a manager comes to help me before I get run over by the pallet/cart.
It was DAMN fun. I half wish he hadn't come and helped me, though I have to admit I was having a lot of fun mentally laughing at the guys that were supposed to 'help' me.
Ah well, at least one of them did look at me, look at the thing that was probably 10x my size, and say "Uh...I'm getting that. You help with the door."
If there was anyone else in this position I'd say "Thank god someone helped". If I were to see someone smaller then me doing anything close to this I'd help in ten seconds flat...I am still somewhat dissapointed, though.