Yours truly has been working.
I say 'been working' as opposed to 'a job' as I am currently a temp.
My previous mode of employment this summer involved hawking food at a 3 day event for at least 8 hours a day. Since our stall was the only one of its kind at the event, the line was long and constant. 8 hours of gentle (and sometimes not so gentle) customer demand eventually takes its toll on your tootsies!
At the moment, I'm currently working in a factory for 8 hours a day nearly midnight.
The deafening thunder of the industrial machines is dulled to a background thrumming by ear protectors that also prevent us workers from speaking clearly to each other. But we've managed to develop our own methods of communication, mainly dependant on exaggerated facial expression, subtle hand gestures and pointing. If we lean in close, we can talk, but we rarely have time with that except for those closest in proximity to us.
Oh, what a glamourous life I live!
Chocolate is now my mainstay to make sure that I have enough superficial energy to keep going for my shift.
But it's been inspiring in a lot of different ways. On our breaks we chat (and I eat biscuits). Many of the people working there speak more than one language (one guy speaks five) and we all have plans to get out of the factory as soon as our contracts are up in order to move onwards and upwards. For all of us, it's merely a means to a far bigger end.
Ambition is not something that is lacking amongst us temps and it encourages and reminds me of my own plans for the future. It means that when the weekend rolls around, that free time to spend as we wish is more precious than gold.