I roll mats.
Yes, floor mats. I work at Cintas ("THE UNIFORM PEOPLE")
I take the mat out of the bin, place it in a rolling machine, press the pedal, collect the rolled mat, and put it in the correct size and color bin. Rinse and Repeat!
My boss is a dickwad. and so is his boss. The Building manager is some ex-marine guy with a balding flattop, when we start to get behind, which really shouldn't happen, because they should know there is a limited amount we can roll, so either add more people or less mats. Anyways he come storming into the warehouse and shouts "I DON'T LIKE GETTING BEHIND, LETS ROLL LADIES!!!!"
I now refer to him as sargeant *******.
He has only been our boss for 2 weeks, before him we had a nice guy named Chris, Chris had homosexual tendencies, he would smile and pat your hand, or come up behind you and give you a back rub, the first time he tried the rub on me, I just about broke half his fingers when I lifted his hand off my shoulder, I think he was a bit suprised at my reflexes. He also promised me, 1 week before he was to be transferred, I would get to do other things than roll mats very soon, and that my hours where 1:30 to 9:30. The first week with the new bosses, and my hours are 2:30 till 11, which means I can't leave unless we are completly done with mats, which means like sometimes midnight or later. I also have done nothing but roll mats, and am afraid to ask my boss for something else, since I'm the youngest there, and lowest on the chain of command.
Also, the rare occasions on which we have no mats to roll, I unload trucks, which means taking giant bags full of Tea towels (actually resteraunt clean-up towels which have maggots and worms in them) and putting them in bins, along with greasy shop towels, dirty mats, shirts that smell like B.O. and the long rolls of cloth that go in those old fashioned hand driers.
When I put my mats into the seperate rolled bins, I then have to take the bins acrost the warehouse when they are full. The are old and the wheels suck. Imagine pushing 400-500lbs of mats in a bin which you can't see over, with wheels that don't turn acrost a floor with piles of bags of tea towels.
The warehouse gets to be about 100degrees very easily, and the shirts and long pants they make us wear whick away moisture, so you never get to be sweaty and cool off, you are stuck in a thick pair of clothes in 100 degree weather with atleast 150% humidity!
Oh, I forgot to mention the smell, there isn't words for it, its horrendous, moldy hotdog comes to mind.
Well, gotta go to work!! have a nice day! lets see you top this one