I was a real storeman once. Everyday day was like a dream come true. It was one of the best jobs I've done.
I worked in a brick factory with mostly drongos for years. After that I was Brickies Labourer with with mostly drugfucked drongos for several more years. For a few years after that I worked as many shitty jobs as I possibly could. And then... I got a forklift licence and became...
A STOREMAN!It was awesome. They gave me the keys to a brand new truck and said go forth and deliver! So I did. All the time with black\death in the CD player at full volume without regard. I was laughing at them. I couldn't believe I someone would pay me to drive around listening to music of MY choice rather than COMA FM. When I got back I'd load\unload trucks, move things around with forklift
rather than carry them. I'd get to talk to the very lovely sales girls. Females! Not in Jiffy vans??
We had a real christmas staff party too. No-one yelled me. They listened to my ideas and let me implement a lot of them. It made me feel like I was valued at work. I put a lot effort into that job because I knew it could open doors for me. Ironically I quit because I felt I'd outgrown the role and the business had very little to offer me. They were quite upset when I left. Every single person there asked me to stay on and tried to change my mind. It was very strange to experience that when almost all of my previous ending of employment had been because I hated the job or I hated someone at the job. Or whatever.
So yeah, it was good job.
Recently I finished a job for a respected events theming company that filled the roles of Warehouse Manager -Team Leader - Setup Guy - Packdown King-
That job was even better.
Now I'm studying accounting and helping my lovely girlfriend with her shortbread business.