My wrist is killing me. I think I may have broken it slightly while lifting crates at my company's warehouse yesterday. Yeah, that's right I was lifting shit in a warehouse yesterday. All day. No breaks. The only reason I went to college was so that I could avoid working in a fucking warehouse and here I am dirty, sweating and surrounded by people with an IQ of 65. We are apparently having some severe issues with hiring our in the warehouse and therefore people's orders are not making it out in 3 weeks. It's ridiculous but the people working in the warehouse don't have the brain power to think of what could happen if this package that is laying on the floor never makes it to the customer who ordered it. Word on the street is that I might be back there again on Saturday at the crack of dawn. It's such a fucking joke. Does anyone know of anyone selling a gun? I think it might be time to end my misery.
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