Warehouse

I'm working in a warehouse right now, lifting and carrying fake greenery. It's the girliest warehouse to work in, and everyone dealing with the stock are in fact girls. But those 10 foot fake palm trees are stcuk in buckets of cement, and after two days of hauling buckets of cement, not to mention other large, heavy things, my body is in a state of shock. I'm so physically exhausted right now, I can barely lift my hands to type. But I like the work. There's something satisfying about being this extended. My arms are covered in big purple bruises and scratches, as are my legs. I know I've pushed my body as far as it'll go. As a Joe-job between gigs, I like it.