Surviving Big Package

I am Another Guy with a Computer, and I work at Big Package. The job is an unending parade of dumpster fires, with each day baring much similarity to the work of Sisyphus rolling a boulder up the hill, every single day for all of eternity.

Unlike Sisyphus, I work four shifts per week, usually lasting around ten to eleven hours each making a little less than twenty-two dollars per hour. I am unable to enjoy my three days off because they are spent recovering from the previous week or fixing any of the several dozen problems life has thrown my way. I qualify for some crappy health insurance, but I cannot afford it. In fact, the only reason, my credit card balance has gone down is because I stopped buying Health Insurance.

Over the course of the next few months, I will chronicle my experiences working at Big Package.