I’m a shipping clerk.
The good:
I get paid pretty decently, with good benefits, and a lot of the time sit around on my butt doing almost nothing. Most of my job consists of little duties that take 5 minutes, so the rest of the time I surf the dope, read, knit and answer the phone. My boss is great, as are most of the guys, and it’s a generally good dynamic. I also get to wear jeans everyday.
The bad:
I am the only girl in shipping, this isn’t always bad since I’ve always been a ‘one of the guys’ type (if I want to see other women I can just wander to the front office to chat while I drop off their paperwork), but it results in some awkward moments at times and I don’t appreciate them farting in my office (though this hasn’t happened in awhile, since one guy got fired… nice guy, except for stinking up the joint).
Being the only girl, this results in some drivers hitting on me. I’ve had a few much, much older men (about my Dad’s age or older) invite me on trips and at least a couple try to get my IM names out of me so they can ‘tell me when they drop the load off’. Yeah… right. Like I want to talk about that when I’m at home.
Customers sometimes call me to ask question about their loads. They aren’t supposed to do that, but some insist on it so I just pass them on to their customer service rep who they should be asking these things. Especially since I often can’t help them with it, and if it’s something I can help with customer service asks me.
The ugly:
Dealing with angry drivers. Thankfully this doesn’t come up often, but we get the odd guys who get angry about waiting to be loaded and take it out on me (or try to). I try to co-ordinate as best I can, but unless it’s bags (usually about 18ft long) that I can move around on my own I can’t make things move faster than they are.
Corollorary to this, usually when they’re cranky, I’m cranky too because it’s after the end of my shift and I’m sitting here on OT trying to get their paperwork done and faxed to the border or wherever it needs to be (the most work I do is on the customs docs, which have to be just so or we get fined and/or I get calls from cranky customs people in the next few days) so I can get out there and catch my bus. The closer to 6 it gets, the crankier I get, because my bus ride is not a short one and I don’t drive just yet. Fridays are the worst for this. I CAN leave right at the end of my shift, I don’t have to stay but the OT is nice for my savings and I don’t want to have even crankier drivers up my ass the next morning.
I also have nicknames for some of them if they really bug me. Like shirtless guy. Apparently it is impossible for him to button up his shirt (he HAS a shirt on, and a jacket, but it’s always undone to his bellybutton and his beer gut hangs out. Dude, I do NOT want to see that. You are so not my type. I try to tell him that, but now I just try to look him in the eye or not look at him at all. He shows up at our company fairly regular.)