Got a job working evenings (3-9 pm) at the post office, handling packets. ****ing 20-30 kg mother****ing boxes, that it either to be lifted up on a conveyor belt or picked down from one, into a truck. The ****ing **** people send on the mail! A few days ago some ****ing tosser had ordered hundreds of bowling balls on the mail, and it was of course going in the truck I was loading. Got no education about the proper way to lift, so my back and shoulders were killing me after just a few hours. To make matters worse, it's one hour of three separate bus rides away from my flat, and the bus tickets alone eat up almost one hour of wages.
The only redeeming factor is that you can listen to music during the work.
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