Working Post Again?!

More working posts! I am currently a picker at one of your favorite shopping sites. I don't know if I'm allowed to disclose which one, but I work at the largest warehouse in the country for this specific website, and boy, is it fucking huge. I managed somehow to hurt my ankle in the first two days of work, so I actually had to call off today just to make sure it's not going to get worse. Ugh. Picking is hard manual labor. Just walking around for ten hours a day, pulling items off of shelves and putting totes on conveyor belts.

For some reason, they don't allow girls (or long-haired dudes) to wear their hair down at all, so I'm forced to put up my hair and wear shoes that are a half-size too big, simply because women's feet tend to swell after ten hours of walking. Apparently. According to AMCare.

When we're not working, we're either driving home or sleeping, since that's all we seem to have time to do now. We're hoping to make it through the next few weeks, and then we'll most likely have enough money to get out of this damn state. Oh, Washington/Oregon! I can't wait to see you. I can't wait to live a state with a 20% liquor tax! Oh, yeah, that's why we'll be living on the border of Oregon.

(Me like, "OMG, why are we not leaving yet? Oh, yeah, because Christmas.")

We're trying to make it to Christmas so we can be dutiful children to our parents, since they all love us some much and want to buy us gifts. Well, not so much my broke parents, but more Brandon's parents. My parents tend to not talk about Christmas until it gets here. "Oh, we would have gotten you something, but we're low on funds this year." That's every year. But it's okay, because most of the time, I don't even have a Christmas list. I don't really mind if nobody buys me anything. The things I want aren't really gift-type things.

Also, I don't want to have a lot of material baggage when we travel. It's not feasible to ask for apartment gifts and then transport them across the country in the van. Poor van. In the nearly year that we've had it, we've racked up almost 50,000 miles on the thing. It's held up quite nicely. Not so much as a breakdown.

Why am I treating this blog like a diary? Mostly because I'm just killing time. I probably have opinions that need discussing, like my unfinished post about 4chan or the bill that's pretty discreetly being pushed and Verizon suing for the end to net neutrality, which I need to fucking discuss because it pissing me off, but I'm just happy to have an extra day of rest until work once again tomorrow.

I guess I'm just happy to live in 2016 Obama's America, really.