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That Factory Work Life

My first “week” (because unless you’re working mandatory over-time you work 3 days a week plus every third Sunday) is done! Thank God!!

I’m not going to sugar coat this, trying to adjust to this job/our new life has been fucking hard. For everyone, I think, but obviously me. Obviously.

But my husband is used to coming home to a house with most of the chores done. Haha I can’t say “clean” because we you have 4 dogs, 2 cats, 2 ferrets, a rabbit, and 7 chickens, nothing is truly every spotlessly clean. πŸ˜‚ He’s also used to having his dinner made and breakfast and lunch ready for the next day. And never having to worry if the dishes or laundry is done.

Nope. None of that is happening anymore. At least not when I have to work. I have to be at work before he does and he gets home before I do now.

The poor dogs have to be kept inside for 12 hours on days that I work now. That’s not as big of an issue for Lily as it is for Dean, Finn, and Whiskey. They prefer to spend their days outside. It’s just more exiting out there, running around and burning off energy. But since I’m gone they have to be kept inside. Mostly so they don’t get caught on any bad weather. But also just in case anything else were to ever happen to them.

Daisy (the rabbit) hasn’t been able to be outside in her hutch either for the same reasons. And she hasn’t been able to run freely through the house like she does most days. The chickens have had to be in their inner coop because I can’t keep an eye on them through the day and they haven’t been getting any treats/kitchen scraps. And the cats are being extra needy because they aren’t getting kitty cuddles through the day.

And then there’s me.

I hurt everywhere. My shoulders, arms, abs, and back are all currently throbbing. Mostly because this is a super physical job. My arms and legs are covered with scratches and bruises from loading cat litter boxes into a machine that fills them with litter. My wrists and hands hurt like hell because they’ve always been pathetically weak and delicate. That’s actually been and issues for me in other areas of life that I won’t get into now. I have a bruise on the heal of my hand from I have no fucking clue. My toes are bruised because my steel toed boots are shitty (they were $30 at Walmart. Do big recommend. You get what you pay for. I just didn’t have the money at the time for nicer boots). And since my boots are shitty my feet ache. I’m fucking exhausted and have to be in bed by 8pm on work nights because I have to be up by 4 am and if I go to bed any later than that I’d be even worse off. Since I get off at 5pm that means I have 3 hours off to do anything before I have to go to sleep, wake up, and do it all over again. It’s a fucking grind.

I legit look like I’ve been in a fight.

And sure, it’s only 3 days a week and every third Sunday. Until that mandatory overtime happens. But either way. It’s fucking rough….

I’m not a retail worker anymore (although not gonna lie, I think I’d rather work in retail again, and I don’t drink soda, but I feel this sentiment in my soul right now. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚

Funnily enough though my legs feel alright! A little tired from standing so much and a bit achy, probably from my shitty boots, but they’ve definitely felt worse! Apparently long runs and speed workouts have prepared them to handle this kind of thing. Haha who would have thought?! πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚

And speaking of running; I didn’t get to do that for the first half of this week. Mostly because I’ve just been beyond exhausted by the time I get home. Plus running would severely cut into my time to get anything else done in my 3 hour period of not working/sleeping.

So yeah, I fucking hate it. But for $18.50 an hour it’s worth it, right? That what everyone tells me at least. Plus that’s the most I could hope to get paid, having very little experience and no college education. Oh well. I’ve gotta do it. So I guess I’m going to do it.

Anyway, today I did get a little run in though! It was short and slow because I’m tired, but oh man did it feel good to sleep in until 8 am, put on my running gear, lace up my super comfy and not painful at all running shoes, and hit the road! And I gotta say, asphalt feels like a fucking soft plush surface after having to stand on concrete in uncomfortable boots for 12 hours, 3 days in a row. πŸ˜‚

It was a fantastic run! Somehow running made my feet feel sooo much better! Plus it dropped over 25 degrees over night and was 53 degrees when I started my run. So it literally went from summer to fall over night. I can’t say I’m all that upset about that. πŸ˜‰ The cool, cloudy weather made this run even better!

Unfortunately I’m not sure how much more running or even relaxing I’m going to get to do on my 4 days off. Today I had to clean the house as best as possible because my brother-in-law is getting married on Saturday and a bunch of our family is coming for that. Obviously it’s nice to get to spend time with family, but we’re going to be super busy and not gonna lie, I’m not about that right now. I just wanna….do nothing. πŸ˜‚

Anyway, I know this has been a whiny post and it’s obviously I have a whole lot to be grateful for, but I think it’s good to just get it all out sometimes. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

But yeah, this is my life now I guess. I’m sure things will get easier after a while. Although I don’t think I’ll ever stop getting beat up by the boxes. I bruise very easily. And I’m kinda just an injury prone person in general. Apparently I’m not as hardcore as I like to think I am. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰

This has been an update! I hope you’re doing well.

~Ashley