Aug 17, 2010 14:27
On the sign advertising that the dollhouse place needed a builder, they neglected to mention that this would involve a lot of carrying 40-to-70 lb boxes up and down stairs. The owner also neglected to mention that during the interview.
Today was the first day I was shadowing one of the employees to learn how to do the job, and it happened to be a delivery day, which required bringing dozens and dozens of these boxes downstairs. I couldn't do it without stopping for breaks to catch my breath and get my stamina back. Needless to say, carrying boxes that are 1/3 to more than 1/2 of my own body weight down a flight of stairs is difficult for me to do without frequent rest breaks.
As a result, the owner has decided that I'm not the right person for the job after all.
So much for that.
I'm so fucking disappointed.
the dollhouse hates me,
work,
sad