Feet, what feet?
Don't you want to be a zombie too?
As I sit here at the computer relaxing after work I begin to mull things over. I've been working at my job for almost two weeks and things seem to be going ok. Not very many errors, I'm kind of slow but then again it's me. I'll get up to speed eventually. All in all it's not too difficult, but then looking down to where I assume my feet are the worst thing about it hits me.
I'm pretty sure that most of the 'commoners' jobs involve standing around all day (food service, welcome desk, stuff like that), and then there's the office jobs where you do walk around sometimes, but the majority of your time is spent working at your desk. Even in the warehouse I work for there's jobs where you just stand around all day packing stuff, but no. In my department you can walk miles, miles in one day. On concrete. Maybe almost getting run down by your cart.
Yeah, maybe there's worse jobs out there having to do with walking, like maybe forest service or trail fixing, but at least there the ground can be kind of soft sometimes, and the scenery changes, but no. Walking in what would be a rectangle if you didn't have to go up and down every other aisle all day. Or at least however long your shift is. See, at my job I never have any idea what time I'm going home. Sure they can say that I start work at 8 the next morning, or seven on fridays (usually) but going home is always a question.
Today I got off at a little before four. Last week I was usually getting off around 12-1. It all depends on how many orders we have to fill and how large they are. Anyway, I am getting off subject.
The topic of this is my feet are falling off. Seriously. They hurt like a bitch. I'm sure I'll get used to it sometime, but in the time between...I will kill things. Or maybe not because that would involve walking somewhere to find something to kill, then walking more to go hide the body and whatnot. Again, though, I am getting off topic.
Another thing about my job is all the walking is very tiring. Like very tiring, especially to me who, prior to my job, sat around on the computer all day only getting up for food and other necessities. While I am dead tired after work usually I still drag myself to the computer to do all the stuff that I want to do. Usually just inane stuff, but it helps calm me down. I also talk to my friends and whatnot.
While that is fun and all that means that I usually won't go to bed/get to sleep until around 11 or midnight. Then I have to get up at 7am the next morning (or 6am in some cases) to be at work by 8am(7am) to walk around all day. Again.
Let me mention again that I have still only worked there maybe almost two weeks and am still not used to it. None the less this is still terrible and creates a zombie. A zombie with no feet.
Me.
Take for example this morning. I got an order and went to go and get it. I grabbed my cart as usual, walked around the warehouse getting books on autopilot, got done, got another one, then a couple pages into my next order I get called up to the desk. This does not make me nervous anymore. It used to, but now it just annoys me because it's taking time out of my order to go do something else. Anyway, it turns out that I grabbed the wrong book. I was two shelves down from where I was supposed to be. Talk about a retard moment. Apparently I had read the sheet wrong and thought it said shelf 2 and two books instead of shelf 4 and two books.
Oops.
That is just one of the few fuck-ups I've made. I don't make very many thankfully, though I think I did today but she called me after I got off work so she was like "I'll take care of it." and I was like "Ok.", but yes.
Another example of my monumental stupidity is last friday. I had to be at work at 7am and I was dead. Like seriously. DEAD. I get my first order. I look at it. 423. Ok, 423, that means I need to go to the second aisle, no problem. I get there, I look at my paper, what does it say? 223 of course! In my retardation I had mistakenly read the numbers, going over to the wrong side and adding about five minutes to my order time. Talk about dumb.
So not only was I a zombie without feet, I was a retarded zombie without feet. How grand.
I can only hope this doesn't happen again. Sure you can be a zombie at work, and sure your feet can kill you when you're not used to moving more 20 feet two times a day then go to walking miles in less than eight hours with only a fifteen minute break and then a thirty minute break for lunch.
I have no other work experience to compare this to, but if I did...I still don't know what I would say other than this.
Whenever you're bored, tired, your feet hurt, you have a moment of monumental stupidity remember this.
At the very least you are not a retarded!zombie!footless!Twitchy.
~End
As I sit here at the computer relaxing after work I begin to mull things over. I've been working at my job for almost two weeks and things seem to be going ok. Not very many errors, I'm kind of slow but then again it's me. I'll get up to speed eventually. All in all it's not too difficult, but then looking down to where I assume my feet are the worst thing about it hits me.
I'm pretty sure that most of the 'commoners' jobs involve standing around all day (food service, welcome desk, stuff like that), and then there's the office jobs where you do walk around sometimes, but the majority of your time is spent working at your desk. Even in the warehouse I work for there's jobs where you just stand around all day packing stuff, but no. In my department you can walk miles, miles in one day. On concrete. Maybe almost getting run down by your cart.
Yeah, maybe there's worse jobs out there having to do with walking, like maybe forest service or trail fixing, but at least there the ground can be kind of soft sometimes, and the scenery changes, but no. Walking in what would be a rectangle if you didn't have to go up and down every other aisle all day. Or at least however long your shift is. See, at my job I never have any idea what time I'm going home. Sure they can say that I start work at 8 the next morning, or seven on fridays (usually) but going home is always a question.
Today I got off at a little before four. Last week I was usually getting off around 12-1. It all depends on how many orders we have to fill and how large they are. Anyway, I am getting off subject.
The topic of this is my feet are falling off. Seriously. They hurt like a bitch. I'm sure I'll get used to it sometime, but in the time between...I will kill things. Or maybe not because that would involve walking somewhere to find something to kill, then walking more to go hide the body and whatnot. Again, though, I am getting off topic.
Another thing about my job is all the walking is very tiring. Like very tiring, especially to me who, prior to my job, sat around on the computer all day only getting up for food and other necessities. While I am dead tired after work usually I still drag myself to the computer to do all the stuff that I want to do. Usually just inane stuff, but it helps calm me down. I also talk to my friends and whatnot.
While that is fun and all that means that I usually won't go to bed/get to sleep until around 11 or midnight. Then I have to get up at 7am the next morning (or 6am in some cases) to be at work by 8am(7am) to walk around all day. Again.
Let me mention again that I have still only worked there maybe almost two weeks and am still not used to it. None the less this is still terrible and creates a zombie. A zombie with no feet.
Me.
Take for example this morning. I got an order and went to go and get it. I grabbed my cart as usual, walked around the warehouse getting books on autopilot, got done, got another one, then a couple pages into my next order I get called up to the desk. This does not make me nervous anymore. It used to, but now it just annoys me because it's taking time out of my order to go do something else. Anyway, it turns out that I grabbed the wrong book. I was two shelves down from where I was supposed to be. Talk about a retard moment. Apparently I had read the sheet wrong and thought it said shelf 2 and two books instead of shelf 4 and two books.
Oops.
That is just one of the few fuck-ups I've made. I don't make very many thankfully, though I think I did today but she called me after I got off work so she was like "I'll take care of it." and I was like "Ok.", but yes.
Another example of my monumental stupidity is last friday. I had to be at work at 7am and I was dead. Like seriously. DEAD. I get my first order. I look at it. 423. Ok, 423, that means I need to go to the second aisle, no problem. I get there, I look at my paper, what does it say? 223 of course! In my retardation I had mistakenly read the numbers, going over to the wrong side and adding about five minutes to my order time. Talk about dumb.
So not only was I a zombie without feet, I was a retarded zombie without feet. How grand.
I can only hope this doesn't happen again. Sure you can be a zombie at work, and sure your feet can kill you when you're not used to moving more 20 feet two times a day then go to walking miles in less than eight hours with only a fifteen minute break and then a thirty minute break for lunch.
I have no other work experience to compare this to, but if I did...I still don't know what I would say other than this.
Whenever you're bored, tired, your feet hurt, you have a moment of monumental stupidity remember this.
At the very least you are not a retarded!zombie!footless!Twitchy.
~End