I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk.

So after four days of recovery I headed back to work yesterday sporting my Nikes instead of the boot-like shoes I’d worn previously and that seems to have helped quite a bit as I came home a lot less sore than the last time. It probably helps that I’m taking Ibuprofen before going into work and as soon as I get home. It still amazes me how much work is involved with a crappy job like this compared to the better paying positions I’ve held previously. Of course I realize that the better paying positions involved a lot more problem solving than manual labor, but still. How anyone with a family manages to survive without help at this pay rate is beyond me.

Anyway, got about 20 minutes before I should be headed out the door. Just wanted to get a post up letting folks know that I’m still around. Haven’t posted much lately because I’m coming home tired and just want to sit in front of the TV and veg out for a bit. I’ll try to get something interesting up soon.

11 thoughts on “I’m not dead yet. I think I’ll go for a walk.

  1. I’m not dead yet.

    See- he rises!

    I think I’ll go for a walk

    It would be helpful to the church if you could make that on water.

    So after four days of recovery

    Disappointing- I think you’ll find that three days (2 nights) is considered industry standard.

    Anyway- time to start pushing our first miracle.

    “Les on a stick, get yer luvverly beardie on a stick- get him while he’s godlike”

  2. When you get rested enough to read for recreation, try the book _Nickel and Dimed_ by Barbara Ehrenreich.
    For many people in my circle, her experience in the labor pool was quite an eye-opener.

    When I told the folks around the table that I had lived that lifestyle, and ‘Yes, for awhile, I did work in a restaurant where I only sat down to pee’ there were gasps of disbelief.

    Good Luck with moving upward in the workforce.

  3. Glad to see retail hasn’t killed you off yet.  Hopefully things will be looking up very soon.  Good luck and godspeed.

  4. It still amazes me how much work is involved with a crappy job like this compared to the better paying positions I’ve held previously. Of course I realize that the better paying positions involved a lot more problem solving than manual labor, but still. How anyone with a family manages to survive without help at this pay rate is beyond me

    This is why I have more respect for people in crappy jobs – they have to manage and be ok on having less, and in my experience they seem a little more understanding. I am biassed a little because of the job I have at the moment but it’s almost a source of pride. I know I have said pride can be limiting, but as a feeling that depends how it’s associated, and that association (and priorities) are shifted when there is a need to be OK with a crappier existence.

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