c'est la vie
(prepair to read major bitching)
my best friends mom works for a temp service two people called in and said they didnt want the job for working in the baby wipe factory,12 hours....only 7$ a hour so i was like okay........accepting the fact that i would be on my feet for 12 hours (didnt really think about the pain,and im flat footed too) first day i barely made it
second day...was hell.........we worked 5 hours straight until we got a lunch break i mean 5 hours STRAIGHT me and my homegirl went to the breakroom,got a bottle of water got some tissue went out to the car and screamed and cried like someone had been killed before our eyes
break went by fast and i had 3 more hours of pain to do,by then i copped an attitude so i broke down cardboard boxes took my shoes off and stood on them to try to take the sting off,didnt help.
on the way home we both cried,her feet hurt so bad she could barely press the break my back hurt so badly,i came in the house,flopped on my bed stuffed my head in the pillow and cried. my mom thought it was funny that ive been sheltered all my life and when i finally get put out in the real world for work i cry.....im glad she found my misery funny..along with the rest of my family
if i had starving children id prostitute or strip before i ever did that shit again.
i will never take another wipe for granted
snapping lids,pulling wipes packages out of huge boxes,boxing the whips,is the biggest task,and working in a factory is not where i want to be,i belong behind a desk,and right now im confused about what i need to do with my life,i just dont know.......im confused and i have one year to figure i am scared.\
in conclusion
my feet hurt
my back hurt
my arms hurt
my fingers hurt
I broke a nail
oh and they said they didnt need our help no more,i wasant comming back if they did.
*im going to put this in the past and the rest of the summer ill be doing my thing.... ... .. .