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all throughout highschool I worked for slave wages in a grocery store as the head night stalker.
every monday and thursday a big 18 wheeler with usally 8-10 pallets, each stacked about 5-6ft high full of groceries would come in and we would stay in the store until about 3-4 AM every Mon. and Thurs. night/morning.
it really fucked sucked but it made me learn and know the working mans struggle first hand. spending countless hours working my ass off and getting paid shit wages for it(Min. Wage) I had to work there a fucking year and a half until they gave me a DOLLAR raise, whoop-de-fucking-doo that shit was. though I was happy for the raise because I know i fucking deserved it for all the bullshit I had to go through twice every fucking week for a year and a half.
the only cool part about the job and the reason I keep working there for so long was that that I was get there at 5pm and the store closed down completely at 9pm. so from 9pm to about 4am in the morning , me and 3 other guys that where a few years younger then me had complete controll over the store. we fucked around a lot but we got the job done.
then they changed my schedule up on me, the truck started coming in at 5AM in the morning instead of 5PM. they changed my work schedule without informing me nor even asking me if I was ok with the idea so one Monday i just didnt come in at 5am and went back two weeks later and collected my last two paychecks and never been back since.
after highschool i briefly worked at my friends grandfathers fence building company. now fence building is 100x times harder than working in a air conditioned grocery store all night. busting knuckles open with sledge hammers and working in 98 F degree weather is no fun at all.
never fucking again will I do manual labor, i hate it with every white blood cell in my body.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.
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