The work wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for such long hours. 10am to 7pm was my shift today. I’m female and the rest of my colleagues are male. They’re all lovely to me and I love them all. I’m very lucky in terms of help the guys give me.. like today a water pump was so heavy to pick up. Joe watched me try and then offered to get it for me. Some of the stuff I just can’t lift. But there’s tons of small parts nuts, spacers etc that I pick all the time.
I justify doing heavy manual labour as I don’t need to join a gym. Today was my first day back at work after the Xmas holidays and my arms ache and my legs ache. My parents always praise me for working hard.. if it wasn’t for their praise I don’t think I could still do this.
The day drags and drags. Some of the guys have been there 10 years +. I asked Aaron how he does it.. he works Monday to Friday and then does kitchen work on a sat.. his house is fully paid off.. he’s in a great position and yet he still continues to work hard. I admire him but also think he must be brain dead somewhere to keep going. Not brain dead but I dunno, I don’t understand the types of people who do it and love it. They’re everywhere. At least in my work they are.
I just would love a part time job. Full time is mentally and physically draining.