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.
If you try to follow the rules, you're gonna have a bad time!
Perhaps the strangest aspect of working at Big Package is the blatant contradictions regarding rules. You are expected to follow the rules, but following the rules leads to long frustrating days. When you get back to the station, you will then be greeted with the inquiry as to why your shift went so long.
The work amounts to a slow death by a thousand literal paper cuts.
