Boxes of WALLS
Aug. 2nd, 2006 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jookitczMy brother is in the basement with two friends, killing aliens with game controllers. My parents already sleeping, and I'm curled up on the living room couch, aching and unhappy. I should be happy. My brain blames my woes on only social ineptitude, but I've been doing fantastically. The only people of my age-ish are my coworkers, who I've somehow charmed with jokes and smarts and smiles, sometimes charming them too much, maybe, but maybe not. Words are amazing. Talking is amazing. I can joke my parents into good moods; it's when I'm telling funny stories that they remind me of how much they miss me at college. So I am doing as well as I can do. Certainly I don't feel like I'm wasting an hour or a minute. With a job and a house to keep any free time is inestimably precious to me.
The job. Corporate, for some reason, saw fit to deliver to our store half a dozen boxes... of wall. Wall. I don't know what kind, or what we're supposed to do with it, but the shipment company left it sitting outside of the store. So there was a problem. The boxes were each... very heavy. I don't know how heavy. Heavy enough that neither Gem nor I, without assistance, could not drag one so much as a half centimeter away from its place. Cardboard on concrete has a remarkably high coefficient of friction.
You see, the shipment company has an agreement that they are not responsible for actually getting shipment into the store. And Gem would have been responsible for the walls should she leave them and anything happen. Our manager was eminently unhelpful.
So we dragged them inside. It was very difficult. It was hugely difficult.
But that's the story.
The job. Corporate, for some reason, saw fit to deliver to our store half a dozen boxes... of wall. Wall. I don't know what kind, or what we're supposed to do with it, but the shipment company left it sitting outside of the store. So there was a problem. The boxes were each... very heavy. I don't know how heavy. Heavy enough that neither Gem nor I, without assistance, could not drag one so much as a half centimeter away from its place. Cardboard on concrete has a remarkably high coefficient of friction.
You see, the shipment company has an agreement that they are not responsible for actually getting shipment into the store. And Gem would have been responsible for the walls should she leave them and anything happen. Our manager was eminently unhelpful.
So we dragged them inside. It was very difficult. It was hugely difficult.
But that's the story.
