so i'm applying for this job. got through the application, all was cool. had an interview, that was cool. dude told me he's approving me past the interview so now i'll have to set up an appointment for my "ergonomics exam." basically they told me i have to prove that i can lift the amount of weight i'll need to for the job. sure, no prob.
so i get an appointment set up for the next day, and i'm really thinking it's odd i have to get sent to some "health services for business" place to show them i can lift a box. i kind of figure this means they're going to piss test me. well shit. ok, with any luck that won't be a problem.
so i go to the appointment the next day. first they strap me on this heart monitor and make me step up and down on a fucking box in time with a metronome for 3 minutes. again, with the metronome a bit faster. again, with the metronome a bit faster. boring. then we get to the lifting part. "here's an empty box. there's some weights on the cart next to it. lift it, turn around and put it on the bottom shelf of that cabinet. pick it back up, turn around, put it back on the cart." each time i can add either one or two of the weights that are there. -_- so i pick up the empty box, do the shit put it back on the cart. "do you feel that this is the maximum amount of weight you can safely lift?" no. duh. it's like half a pound lady. it's an empty box. "ok you can put one or two weights in." we repeat this for about 5 minutes ("do you feel that this is the maximum amount of weight you can lift?" "no.") just to get through all the weights that were there. then i have to do it ALL FUCKING OVER on a slightly higher shelf. -_-
so there's a good 20 minutes completely wasted. put me back in the waiting room, then call me out a few minutes later. i get my eyes and hearing tested. i swear i'm starting to feel like fucking cattle up for auction. ok got through that fine, back to the waiting room.
they call me out a few minutes later and take me back to some room. woman hands me a fucking hospital gown and tells me to strip to my fucking skivvies and socks and the nurse practitioner will be in shortly. good christ. well the nurse woman comes in and strips me down to fucking nothing and gives me a full out god damn physical. THIS IS FOR A FUCKING LAMEASS WAREHOUSE JOB.
ok this story is getting long. so after the nurse finishes harassing me (oh, i mean "giving me a physical"
) i get put in the waiting room again, get administered the piss test i'd been expecting and i'm on my way.
all in all, i spent about 2 hours going through all this bullshit for a WAREHOUSE JOB. LIFTING BOXES. so my week kinda sucked, and the weekend isn't going much better. how've you been?
so i get an appointment set up for the next day, and i'm really thinking it's odd i have to get sent to some "health services for business" place to show them i can lift a box. i kind of figure this means they're going to piss test me. well shit. ok, with any luck that won't be a problem.
so i go to the appointment the next day. first they strap me on this heart monitor and make me step up and down on a fucking box in time with a metronome for 3 minutes. again, with the metronome a bit faster. again, with the metronome a bit faster. boring. then we get to the lifting part. "here's an empty box. there's some weights on the cart next to it. lift it, turn around and put it on the bottom shelf of that cabinet. pick it back up, turn around, put it back on the cart." each time i can add either one or two of the weights that are there. -_- so i pick up the empty box, do the shit put it back on the cart. "do you feel that this is the maximum amount of weight you can safely lift?" no. duh. it's like half a pound lady. it's an empty box. "ok you can put one or two weights in." we repeat this for about 5 minutes ("do you feel that this is the maximum amount of weight you can lift?" "no.") just to get through all the weights that were there. then i have to do it ALL FUCKING OVER on a slightly higher shelf. -_-
so there's a good 20 minutes completely wasted. put me back in the waiting room, then call me out a few minutes later. i get my eyes and hearing tested. i swear i'm starting to feel like fucking cattle up for auction. ok got through that fine, back to the waiting room.
they call me out a few minutes later and take me back to some room. woman hands me a fucking hospital gown and tells me to strip to my fucking skivvies and socks and the nurse practitioner will be in shortly. good christ. well the nurse woman comes in and strips me down to fucking nothing and gives me a full out god damn physical. THIS IS FOR A FUCKING LAMEASS WAREHOUSE JOB.
ok this story is getting long. so after the nurse finishes harassing me (oh, i mean "giving me a physical"
) i get put in the waiting room again, get administered the piss test i'd been expecting and i'm on my way.
all in all, i spent about 2 hours going through all this bullshit for a WAREHOUSE JOB. LIFTING BOXES. so my week kinda sucked, and the weekend isn't going much better. how've you been?
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And I had pretty much the same thing. Which is why now I avoid the damn doctor's office.
Oddly enough, I rarely lift shit at my job, except maybe my ass on occasion, or my hands on a keyboard.
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