Darn darstardly dun diddily... something somethine...

 

My job is not helping my already bad back problem. I have had soreness, but this is getting beyond a joke. I feel like a not so well oiled machine which creeks, and its driving me insane. I've been taking some painkillers to relieve the symptoms of it, but I don't think it's really getting to the root of this problem. I feel like a sucker for pain, again I got to put up with it, at work, but once I do a fair amount, my back feels like dying.

 

Anyways, yay I worked on monday, yet doh I worked. Undeniably good money, but man the public transport sucked real real bad. I mean I used to drive, and the difference is quite noticable. For one, Easter Public Holiday, trains and busses are far to infrequent, yet the still operate. and most of the time if you miss one of the services, it's literally an hour long wait for the next. So I head to work at 10am, nice bright and early as the boss requested, and the boss come in nearly 3/4 hour late. I stand waiting outside the shop doing nothing all morning but listen to the music that I brought on my phone/mp3 player. The job is pretty repetitive, either chopping chicken (gib and gore factor = high) or putting already cooked food into plastic take away containers. Simple... yes... fun... not really, but it's a job no less.

 

The amount of chicken I see everyday at work astounds me. some wings some drumsticks, maybe a little more than a little, maybe in the order of 800 drumsticks and about another 500 or so wings... how many chickens are slaughtered each day for your meal. I love my hainanese chicken rice, but it looks like my liking for chicken is slowly waning. The idea is that you got to chop a box at a time... so wings are wings etc, and drumsticks and so forth, so I just chop like there's no tomorrow, and I get through at least 3 boxes in my shift, not inclusive of all the extra items that I have piled on me simultaneously.

 

Monday was particularily good at work, just chopping wings all day, almost. Spent the most part of 3 hours chopping about 7 boxes of wings the re-packing it into smaller bundles. All for Tuesaday when there will be customers and the aunties and uncles can cook. I mean no customers, so I can concentrate on the task at hand. For that I am rather happy.

 

Well enough of chicken and gibbs, and back to normal daily random stuff.

 

Damn, tuesday is gone too, bugger that, got to rest up for tomorrow is another day, 9am at Village Green Shops (Waterford) starting from Bayswater, that's a bit farked, but oh well, not if I care, so long as I get my pay.

 

-this sense of helplessness is killing me-

 

.:KrAkPoT:.