Unloading.
There's a scene in the Triplets of Bellville where the cyclist's mother runs over his legs with an old push mower to loosen his muscles for the Tour de France. If one was to take said action and apply the outcome to my real body, in real life, the product one would gather would be how my body feels at this current moment.
I feel like I've been run over by a mother fucking lawnmower. But hey, I've lost six pounds in three days, so it's completely worth it.
I would be an unloader for the rest of my life if the paycheck wasn't three dollars an hour and if it wasn't for Wal Mart.
The job sucks ass. You're constantly running, in a non air conditioned warehouse, struggling to move two thousand pieces of freight in a very small window of time with two other people. It's a lot to take on, and your body pays the price for it after. If I wasn't moving to Toronto and I decided to take this job on full time, I would be ripped. Completely.
posted by fucking diddums @ 10:50 AM
2 Comments:
Hey FD ... thank you for the compliment you posted to my blog ... made me blush you did. If you're looking for a guy with "qualities" like mine then you had better look for somebody older than in his twenties. Anything I have was learned from years of experience and years of making mistakes. Too bad you're not a woman who likes older guys ;(
I think you have a wicked mind, a great sense of humor (at least it appeals to me) and I looked at the full size of your profile pic ... you are beautiful ... I think you'll find Mr Wonderful.
If you're moving to TO you have my condolences ... but you are more than welcome to stop in Cambridge on your way by ... for an hour, a day, a week ... I have lots of room.
There is a link on my blog page to e-mail me if you like.
Be well.
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