I'm a fucking stocker. I lift shit that's too heavy for me every day. I manage, but jeez. It'd be nice to have a job where I don't have to worry about throwing my back out. 'Cause if I did, I'd still have to go to work. I actually did hurt my back, but what can you do? Bills won't pay themselves. Done bitching.
I stock bread. Bread is one of the lightest things imaginable. Thats why my job is more suited to old women.
Lift with those awesome legs of yours...not your back. But you know that. I wish my job would lay me off. I could use some of that unemployment free time. It'll never happen though.