Work Sux

I bitch about work constantly. I can't stop! It's all I do, the main focus of my life at this time. I don't like the job, but feel trapped into doing it, because it does pay the rent, although not enough to pay other stuff.

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The location is close to home, and so I'm saving fuel-dollars compared to the previous place I worked which was another twenty minutes down the road.

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My hands and feet are blistered. Work has no chairs, it's all moving the feet on a cement floor. My arms and hands spend eight hours moving constantly. We only get one, one-half-hour break each shift. I have to walk 500 feet just to sit down in my vehicle for ten minutes before I have to get back or be late from break.

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After about three weeks, any shirt worn there turns yucky-yellow and smells from the smoky-steam. You can't just go home and plop into bed, because if you don't shower and wash hair first, the bedding will smell like work. (How is that restful?)

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The job economy sux so bad! I have a Bachelor's Degree, but have to do a factory job anyone can do to survive. This is stupid! I work with a professional dancer, and an engineer, all doing crap work! Just because it's all that's available above minimum wage, we are lowering ourselves!

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I wish my hands would stop being sore, so I could hold objects without discomfort to do artwork or play a musical instrument. But that only happens when I get more than one day off in a row, which despite asking for it, they haven't given me since my part of a week vacation last fall. I had to work a year and one-half to get that time off, because they don't allow it during busy season, which was my one-year time to qualify for a paid week.

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Then the manager wouldn't give me the whole week! If I can hang on until year two this summer, I'll qualify for two weeks (In the fall). I doubt I'll make it! I'm so angry at the situation, I don't know how I'll get through until then.

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I need my hands, and I deserve my time off when I qualify for it. I need to free-lance and get more money to survive, and the job stops me with the hand-damage inflicted, lack of successive days off, lack of needed and earned vacation.

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The stupid crap we endure to survive!

(There, I feel better now!)