Moving 50lb sacks of potatoes around, bagging small amounts of them, and boxing them, and moving slightly less than 50lb boxes(each sack was just under enough to fill the whole box) around, all day today. Arms and back are sore. Still, it's pretty nice knowing I can lift 50lbs. More, actually, I was moving 60lb bags of rice around the other day.
Coworkers are complete bastards. First, at the begining of the day, they start complaining how they have a right to basically loot the place because they don't get paid(they're both Dept. of Labor or community service, so they shouldn't be paid). While it's true the place lets us take something now and then if we ask, but the DoL considers that a form of payment and doesn't like it, and these guys take several bags of stuff daily. Which they proceeded to start doing right after complaining about not being allowed to. Then me and one of them are assigned to bagging potatoes(at least it's better than bagging f#%king half-rotten onions), and the other guy only fills one or two bags, then waltzes off somewhere for a few minutes(mostly grabbing stuff). They both go off on outreaches, leaving me alone to bag potatoes for the next four hours or so, except leaving to help with a pickup(no, I'm not raging about this).
After they come back, we clean out the trucks, get them loaded for tomorrow, etc, and I go back to the potatoes. To screw with those guys, the warehouse manager(why he hasn't simply fired them yet is something I cannot comprehend) decides to hide the stuff they picked out before in the stuff I helped pick up, which we haven't gone through yet and sorted. They quickly find it, then "volunteer" to sort the stuff, which they use as cover to reclaim the stuff they took and to take even more stuff. Hell, they didn't even really sort anything, and the things they didn't take, they left lying around.
I am just dumbfounded at the fact that they still have a job, even if it's what I've described previously as slave-labor. Mark my words, they'll find out someday that karma is a female dog. That's pregnant. And has rabies. I'm damn proud of my work ethic, and it's probably that which is getting me into a very decent paying job in the next week or so.
The good news is, one of them does have a high(er) chance of being fired. He left about half an hour early, and signed out putting the time he is supposed to leave as the time he left, which in any half-brained workplace is grounds for immediate termination. It's one thing to leave early, but trying to take to credit for time you aren't even there is just... *headdeskandthedeskismadeofpalm*
In addition to that, my mother was supposed to reschedule a doctor's appointment that I had last night(she specifically told me she was), but today I get chewed out over the phone by the receptionist at the doctor's office for missing my appointment.
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