Quickie today - have to be at work in an hour.
Work. Yeah. Only 1 day into it, and I'm ready to be done. 5 hours of playing with a puppet (my hand is still cramped) and folding T-shirts. It wouldn't have been quite so silly if my trainer hadn't come by every hour or so and asked if I had questions. Yeah, what's this called again? Oh a T-shirt! Silly me. And I'm supposed to do what with it again?
I think I would be okay with the job if I ever got to it. I have a feeling the training is going to kill me though. I'll read you a bit from my manual next time. It actually makes me laugh out loud sometimes. But good news, I may be starting cash register training sometime next week.
Next time, manual labor day jobs.