the strange thing about being serious

[artolmaeus]

I've held a factory job, work hard, fucking hard and I try to do more and be my flat out best....today, after exhausting myself for years, in stead of digging in and grinding, I sauntered through everything, still did an immense job but literally, I was stress free, I am just going to say, there is a reward and gift and difficulty to both saunter and do serious work, it is possible, so far, it is better

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[anirbas]

I've worked factory jobs, as well. Hard, usually hot work. Over the years, I have worked for a company packing tile; worked for two other companies as a brazer/solderer; worked a couple of fast food joints; worked as a doctor and nurse's secretary for almost four years; worked in a convenience store for almost four years. Then, became an at home mom, for approximately seventeen years. Left a nightmare husband after seventeen years and started over in another city. And then worked in retail for seventeen years, until this past January. Whatever it took, to make ends meet. Now, I am attempting to draw disability due to my body being a broken, hot mess. I am a dumpster fire. Laughing my bum off.

[artolmaeus]

the tile work sounds like it would be physically hard, dust, heat and heavy lifting. I have friends who hurt their back and they eventually got disability, my god though, you have worked hard,hard, hard jobs, I have to do stretches, targeted weight lifting, pray and try to keep my weight low and my stress down as I have not had a rheumatoid attack in some time. Currently, I am not even using Meloxicam or ibuprofen, there is not a day I wish I could just calmly go to my manager and he and say something kind like " thank you for this job, I have supported myself and others with it and I have had a good benefit with the pay I have received, I have done good work but today, I just don't want to be a good worker anymore and I would like to leave. Thank you.". Usually it would be better than the redneck squidbilly rants I did at jobs earlier in my life. Of course, to do so and be able to still have a life, well, I am working today and pooing while I write this, on the job. Should I ever get a wild windfall, I would. I do play the lottery in that I buy two draw tickets a week, hope is hope. Since the cavalry isn't coming in time, I have had to circle my wagons and hold off the wild dogs, as I am 30% ute/Aztec, I hate the way westerns have portrayed the native Americans, anyways, maybe a lottery ticket would be in order: 14 29 34 42 58 and PB: 8.