Ugh

[maderr]

This warehouse shit is something else. Who helped fill and pack and move 184 boxes today? Me. Who is currently not seeing straight and in a great deal of pain? Me.

However - no customers. And I can ignore the coworkers I dont' like. So still doing much better than LC. Exhaustion I can handle.

I'm going to go get a shower and then some food (if you don't mind too terribly much S), and then I'm going to try and summon enough energy to write.

Comments

[hayama-sb.livejournal.com]

At least you're alive & making money.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know. I wasn't trying to bitch about it, just saying that I'm really tired.

[starparty.livejournal.com]

Yes I do. Very very much. Because it smelled GOOOD and I didn't get any.

[raielchan.livejournal.com]

Neither did I!

Perhaps tonight I'll remember to eat.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Eating is good thing. They say it helps you live longer.

[raielchan.livejournal.com]

Well, I've just washed the lettuce and tomato, and will eat half this box of cheez-its before proceeding further. It looks like the road to food is being paved. Looks to be better than last nights 10 pm ice cold egg roll. One of these days I'll learn to warm them up right.

[goofyrobo.livejournal.com]

I didn't get any either...wait, are we talking bout food....never mind then...

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

Well at least you will be well payed and keep in shape. Just think of the things you can lift after a few weeks at this job. Big crates, cows, cars, Condos! ::snickers:: Notice how they all start with a C? I dunno why I did that! ::giggles::

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Silly imp. Have you been dipping into the sugar again?

Yeah, I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining. I like the job well enough. It's just a bit rough adjusting to it.

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

Nope! ::hides sugar bag behind back:: Not at all? Why? Why would you think that!

I get that. Worked for a bit at a printing place. Lots of lifting and papercuts. Rubberband tasting hands and dirty dirtyness by the end of the day.

And we didn't get to sit down neither.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. *gets out FQ tranquilizers*

Yeah, that's about it. Except I come home smelling like...dusty boxes. It's really weird.

The standing is the hardest part. I'd be fine if I hadn't taken that three month break >_< Heh, but it's all good. I get paid to bag watches and think inappropriate thoughts about twins ^_~

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

::eyes widen:: What are you gonna do with those?!

Mmm dust! ::sneeze::

Yay to inappropriate thoughts!!! They get you through the boringest parts of life!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*loads tranq gun* Nothing...yet.

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

Meep! Whatcha mean 'yet'!?!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Put the sugar/chocolate down. slowly. back away. cooperate and this can end peacefully.

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

Never!!!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*starts firing madly at hyper FQ*

[inklacedfeather.livejournal.com]

::dashes madly away:: Ahhh!!! Save me someone save me! Help Help!