Night after night I have a hard time sleeping knowing that the job I go to everyday is the last place I want to be. Its not that I don't like work, but this type of work is killing me, mentally. I work at a place called Crystal Distribution, and I basically do the same mundane task 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. What do I do? I open boxes of Walmart Chocolate pudding. Why? Because Walmart f*cked up with the glue that seals the tops and we have to pick the bad ones out. But I just open the boxes. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. I thought that a mindless job would be great, because I wouldn't have to worry about anything, but for the love of God, I can't take the bore anymore!!! Listening to music has gotten me this far, but damn, I can't hack it anymore. So, in 3 hours, I'm going to go to my Supervisor and say, "Mike, I can't work here anymore, its not the people, or the pay, its the work. I just won't do it anymore." No two weeks, no nothing. I know that isn't a great way to go, but they can replace me in 2 seconds. Christ, how hard is it to open boxes? Anyways, a little moral support would be nice since quitting is a hard thing for me to do.
Oh, I'll start my Papa John's job during school in a week anyways, so its not like I'm going to live off the government or anything.
Oh, I'll start my Papa John's job during school in a week anyways, so its not like I'm going to live off the government or anything.
