The Life and Times of a Girl at Work Experience

The first thing I have to say about work experience: I am so surprised I'm still awake at 9:20 p.m. typing this out to you because I barely had enough energy to eat my dinner this evening. Could barely eat my dinner. I'll eat Jupiter if I could normally, but today I just didn't have the energy.

The second: I don't think I'll be able to walk. My feet want to fall off and my legs legit feel like I ran a marathon and all I did was not sit down for eight hours. I was either on my knees, standing or bending because pharmacy shelves don't tidy themselves you know.

... Maybe I should start this from the beginning.

Alright, so I missed the 8:15 bus and I flipped the heck out because my Metlink app told me that the bus would take half an hour to get into Footscray, and sometimes it does. And I missed it, and then the app told me that I would reach the pharmacy where I do my placement at at 9 on the dot.

I almost missed the 8:30 bus. I legit flew like the wind and I felt so pumped with adrenaline, and I was so proud of myself because I legit cannot run. I hold the title of sucking at running fiveever so basically it's not part of my forte.

Anyway, I reached Footscray in 10 minutes, and at the pharmacy with ten minutes to spare. There's two other girls from my school there, so basically we just sat and waited for a bit and then we just talked and stuff and then we were showed around...

And then, the main event.

Shelving.

I could tell you I did something interesting, like saved someone's life by suggesting a certain vitamin, or even handled the cash registers. But I believe work experience shouldn't be glamorized and thus, I tell you the cold, hard truth. I shelved medicines, vitamins and skin care products for eight hours.

I also tagged things and put barcodes on them, but we had to shelve them too, so I suppose that comes under 'shelving'.

I'm pretty dead certain that this will be my job for the last three days of my placement, because there was stock before the stock came in, and there was heaps when we left. So. It's a never ending pile of stuff.

I suppose, this could be my blog post for the week, simply because that's all I'm probably going to be doing, and the whole exercise of bending, kneeling, stretching, rearranging and shelving itself is such a tedious and tiresome process I almost fell asleep on the bus home and my feet ache a lot and I'm complaining a lot, but really.

Did I mention I'm being payed $5 a day to do this?

Anyway. That's all. And now you know what it's like to work at a pharmacy, because we were legit doing what the actual workers were doing, except not using the cash registers or advising customers which products to use.

Yours in tiredness weirdness,

Tash.

(This post also probably has the least tags of any of my posts and that's simply because I'm so tired I can't think of anything witty and this post has been extremely boring. I am really sorry.)