Damn, I thought I my new job was going to be back in management. After a week there, I have yet to see the computer I need “strong computer skills” for. Not that I mind, there’s nothing wrong with hard physical labor, especially when my new “peon” position pays more then my last (managerial) position. And it’s hourly, not salary, so I get paid for the time I’m there (working.)
But, damn, I’m out of shape. After two hours of swinging a five pound sledge and four hours of banding pallets, I’m sore.
I popped open a beer when I got home, it hurts to drink it. Every time I raise it to my lips, my biceps start quivering, complaining about the additional load placed on them. My back is asking what the fuck I’m thinking, continuing this job. Yeah, I’m a hurtin’ pup.
Fuck it though. I’ll adjust and get back in shape. Until then, it’s straws or one of those “beer holder” hats for me. After five years of a cushy desk job, I’m back in the real world.
This post would be longer, but I cringe every time my finger hit a key. So wish me luck, tell me I’m a fucking wimp, curse me for wasting your time, or ignore this completely.
Keep your chin up, the pain subsides then you’re left with a stronger, fitter you. I went from a managerial position to physical labour and I haven’t looked back. Nothing beats a day’s worth of physical exertion especially when you’re paid more for it. Right now we’re on a temporary slowdown where I work and I am experiencing different pain due to physical inactivity . The good feeling you get from muscular exertion beats the hell out of back pain from sitting around too much. Give it time, you’ll feel better, sleep better, and the after work beer tastes better.
Since you’re already a hurtin’ puppy, D.E.S.K., the Pit probably isn’t the best place for this. Odds are somebody (or somebodies) will find some scathing response to post and you’re already too sore to type.
BOY HOWDY! After 15 years using AutoCad, and a year of unpaid vacation… I started a new job in a machine shop. Going on 3 weeks now. While my arms aren’t quivering, my back sounds about like yours. And my knees sound like the 3rd Battalion on manuevers when I stand up. It’s all worth it come thursday midnight tho (direct deposit)
…arrgh. I know the feeling. I recently ended a long period of unemployment with a little bit of casual work supervising at the Stadium. After a fifteen hour shift constantly walking and no time for a break after nearly six months of relative slothness, my body quite literally locked up. I couldn’t walk without help, I was a pathetic mess. :smack:
My advice? A very long, hot bath. Soak for at least an hour. It will work wonders.
Come on, Veb, I cussed and every thing. I don’t mind you moving it, but I was pitting myself and my $#*% employers. If need be, to keep it in the Pit( with it’s much more interesting class of posters)I’ll add more cussing, and maybe a remark about SUV’s and/or overweight people.
Don’t beg. I’ve started on a fairly rigorous exercise program to offset the creeping winter flabbies, with the end result that I’m crankier than a rattler with a toothache.
Unless you can work in cat declawing and telemarketers–at the very least–here it stays.
Take some Aleve before you go to bed. Drink lots of water (not beer, duh). Instead of coffee in the morning, drink something like this at breakfast and lunch.
And heed Banquet Bear’s advice about the hot soak.
The job I have now is sitting way more than I ever expected. Hopefully that will change in the next few weeks. Either I swap laterally for an new opening in the company or I quit.
By the way, those overweight declawed cats I know who drive SUV’s while telemarketing on their cell phones can go to hell too.
