fine whine

A girl who works at the other end of my cellblock (oops, I mean aisle) has defected to one of our competitors after some nine-odd years of working. She too had transitioned out of the distribution center (warehouse, you could say) into a job that she was good at and thusly known, but I could tell she was looking forward to moving up again. Or moving west, at least.

Lucky her. I tend to dread my transitions. So I envy less that her life is just about to get flipped entirely and more that she's so darn excited about it.

As I mentioned, I got my job in something of a sideways fashion, having started in the distribution center cutting open boxes and driving pallet jacks. Somehow I turned that into a desk jockey position measuring women's jeans and answering emails. The novelty's starting to wear off, though.