In 2006 My Life Absolutely Sucked, I Was Getting Up At 3am, Starting Work At 6:15am And Finishing My Day At 14:15pm
To the left you can see a picture of me at the last job I did before I quit to start working from home full time late in 2006, don't I look really happy? I absolutely hated that job, but that picture was taken at the best part of the day other than going home, LUNCH was the only part of the day I enjoyed working at that warehouse because it's the only time I got to rest..
I used to unload large stock lorries for a well known high street discount shop ladies love, 8 hours a day for about £5.85 an hour and man did I hate it, they were dusty, smelly, dark and miserable places to work in. As if the conditions to working in the lorries were not bad enough, I suffer claustrophobia (fear of small enclosed spaces), but I needed the money so I had no choice than to work at this warehouse to make enough money to eat and live.
It Cost Me £5 A Day Just To Travel To Work, That's £25 A Week Before Even Being Paid
To the right you can see the sort of lorry I used to unload 8 hours a day, I did about 3 a day working in a team. The bad thing about working in teams is they were chosen for you, so you didn't have a say on who you actually got to work with and if you didn't get on then you had to deal with it.
I got put in a few crap teams with lazy people that did absolutely no work apart from when the BOSS was doing the rounds, all of a sudden they would start looking busy. The worse part of team work is, if someone slacks it means everyone suffers and has to get an ear bashing from the BOSS, since when you unload trucks you have a fixed amount of time to unload the truck so it can be moved off the dock, if it isn't unloaded in time the company has to pay a penalty fee of a few hundred.
So if that were to ever happen the BOSS would get told off by management, so he stressed at everyone ahead of time who worked at unloading the trucks to make sure they were done in time.
I Once Got Stuck In A Lorry For 2 Hours With Someone With Body Odour So Bad My Eyes And Nose Burned And He Couldn't Smell It
Here is a day I will never forget, as I keep saying I hated the job at the warehouse and it seemed every time I went to work I would find a new reason why I absolutely hated the place even more, making me more determined I would start my home based business and BREAK FREE. At the warehouse as I said earlier we worked in teams, if memory serves me right, there was 1 person who did the paper work and counted the boxes and stock that came off the lorry, 3 people who unloaded the lorry, 2 would unpack the boxes onto a pallet truck, the sort you pull and 3rd person would pull the boxes out the lorry, sometimes there was another person to help pull away boxes, since we unloaded them onto the dock.
We often rotated the tasks throughout the day so we all got to do something different, personally I stayed away from the paper work because it involved a lot of math which I absolutely suck at and was the most responsibility and would get you into the most trouble if you ever messed up the stock count. Anyway back to my point, I was in the lorry with a guy from Africa, nice guy who on most days I got on with, right hyper nutter in his early 40s, well I got stuck with him at a time he was fasting and as such as part of his fast he had obviously stopped washing because he smelt so bad the smell made your eyes and nose burn.
I do not know if you have been around a smell that bad before, but I tell you when you are stuck in a confined space with no ventilation, BO (Body Odour) is the last thing you want to smell, worse part is he wasn't even aware how bad he smelled. When you are emptying lorries you get hot and swetty as it is so can you imagine how bad it was when the person you are working with already smells from the start?
Anyway enough of my rant and tangent, I just wanted to share with you where I was in 2006 before starting my home based business full time and if I can do it, so can you with my help.
