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A while ago I posted in Life how much I dislike manual labour. I'm a computer/film/computer game nerd. Nerds don't do that sort of thing.
Anyway, yesterday I had to help shift a sofa and seat onto a minibus roof, then off again, then into a building (a church) and up some stairs. Not so bad, and my mate was helping since he was at my house when my brother and dad roped in me.
Today, I was forced to do it again, only today it was chairs from the church to my brother's Sea Cadet unit (yes, he's a sad kid, but it's where he met his bird so I guess he has a reason to go)
So, I had to shift 50 (I actually counted when they were stacked on the roof) of these heavy metal chairs (big, old and ugly) from the church to outside where the minibus was waiting, then lift them up so my brother on the roof could stack them up. One chair alone is light enough to lift easily. Holding it for a long time will eventually make it feel heavy. Two chairs at once is heavy enough to actually feel slightly heavy, and you couldn't hold them all day. The balance between heaviness and ease of carrying was way off - sometimes something is light but hard to carry, other times something is easy to carry but heavy. These things managed to be heavy and hard to carry at the same time.
Anyway, went down on the minibus with my dad and my brother to the unit, where I had to get these 50 chairs from the minibus and get them inside. After about 10 chairs my brother said he'd bring them in and I had to put them away. We lifted up a big piece of the floor to reveal a basement. I say basement, I mean hole. A dark, dirty, dusty hole which was too small for you to stand up in. Hell, it was too small to kneel down in just about. Only you couldn't kneel because the ground was basically rocks. So you have to stoop whilst walking, which kills your legs and your back. And do that while dragging two chairs along about 10 metres. In the dark. All while in my black t-shirt and black jeans on a boiling hot day here in Newcastle. Black + heat does not mix. Black and dust does not mix.
"You have to do it because you're the smallest." My brother's only a inch taller, and I'm taller than my dad. Anyway, 10 minutes later and only 6 chairs later, I'd lost the will to live. My back was aching like a mofo and my legs were getting cramp. Badly. So I stopped dragging them along this tiny, cramped little dungeon and started just bringing them inside instead.
Instead of taking over my dragging of chairs duty, my brother simply said "Well we'll put them somewhere else then." So then I had to take these 50 chairs which I'd just taken inside back outside and around the corner of this big building, and stack them all up inside... well, it was something. Big container I think. Everytime I stopped for five seconds to catch my breath, either my brother or my dad would see and say "Get to it!"
Nerds aren't meant to do physical labour. I can lift my weights, sure, but carrying stuff is boring. Like I said in my last childish, complaining, whiny post, I can DO it, I just don't like to. And while I was out I bet I missed my mate, who was coming over to get some money for my deposit for paintballing. Bah.
Anyway, yesterday I had to help shift a sofa and seat onto a minibus roof, then off again, then into a building (a church) and up some stairs. Not so bad, and my mate was helping since he was at my house when my brother and dad roped in me.
Today, I was forced to do it again, only today it was chairs from the church to my brother's Sea Cadet unit (yes, he's a sad kid, but it's where he met his bird so I guess he has a reason to go)
So, I had to shift 50 (I actually counted when they were stacked on the roof) of these heavy metal chairs (big, old and ugly) from the church to outside where the minibus was waiting, then lift them up so my brother on the roof could stack them up. One chair alone is light enough to lift easily. Holding it for a long time will eventually make it feel heavy. Two chairs at once is heavy enough to actually feel slightly heavy, and you couldn't hold them all day. The balance between heaviness and ease of carrying was way off - sometimes something is light but hard to carry, other times something is easy to carry but heavy. These things managed to be heavy and hard to carry at the same time.
Anyway, went down on the minibus with my dad and my brother to the unit, where I had to get these 50 chairs from the minibus and get them inside. After about 10 chairs my brother said he'd bring them in and I had to put them away. We lifted up a big piece of the floor to reveal a basement. I say basement, I mean hole. A dark, dirty, dusty hole which was too small for you to stand up in. Hell, it was too small to kneel down in just about. Only you couldn't kneel because the ground was basically rocks. So you have to stoop whilst walking, which kills your legs and your back. And do that while dragging two chairs along about 10 metres. In the dark. All while in my black t-shirt and black jeans on a boiling hot day here in Newcastle. Black + heat does not mix. Black and dust does not mix.
"You have to do it because you're the smallest." My brother's only a inch taller, and I'm taller than my dad. Anyway, 10 minutes later and only 6 chairs later, I'd lost the will to live. My back was aching like a mofo and my legs were getting cramp. Badly. So I stopped dragging them along this tiny, cramped little dungeon and started just bringing them inside instead.
Instead of taking over my dragging of chairs duty, my brother simply said "Well we'll put them somewhere else then." So then I had to take these 50 chairs which I'd just taken inside back outside and around the corner of this big building, and stack them all up inside... well, it was something. Big container I think. Everytime I stopped for five seconds to catch my breath, either my brother or my dad would see and say "Get to it!"
Nerds aren't meant to do physical labour. I can lift my weights, sure, but carrying stuff is boring. Like I said in my last childish, complaining, whiny post, I can DO it, I just don't like to. And while I was out I bet I missed my mate, who was coming over to get some money for my deposit for paintballing. Bah.
At least people like me get paid to do it.
My family rarely ask me to do heavy juty work simply because I'll say OK and then just not do it and go out or something.
I'm well shady.
My family rarely ask me to do heavy juty work simply because I'll say OK and then just not do it and go out or something.
I'm well shady.
*Sniggers* Rather you then me...
A while ago I posted in Life how much I dislike manual labour. I'm a computer/film/computer game nerd. Nerds don't do that sort of thing.
Anyway, yesterday I had to help shift a sofa and seat onto a minibus roof, then off again, then into a building (a church) and up some stairs. Not so bad, and my mate was helping since he was at my house when my brother and dad roped in me.
Today, I was forced to do it again, only today it was chairs from the church to my brother's Sea Cadet unit (yes, he's a sad kid, but it's where he met his bird so I guess he has a reason to go)
So, I had to shift 50 (I actually counted when they were stacked on the roof) of these heavy metal chairs (big, old and ugly) from the church to outside where the minibus was waiting, then lift them up so my brother on the roof could stack them up. One chair alone is light enough to lift easily. Holding it for a long time will eventually make it feel heavy. Two chairs at once is heavy enough to actually feel slightly heavy, and you couldn't hold them all day. The balance between heaviness and ease of carrying was way off - sometimes something is light but hard to carry, other times something is easy to carry but heavy. These things managed to be heavy and hard to carry at the same time.
Anyway, went down on the minibus with my dad and my brother to the unit, where I had to get these 50 chairs from the minibus and get them inside. After about 10 chairs my brother said he'd bring them in and I had to put them away. We lifted up a big piece of the floor to reveal a basement. I say basement, I mean hole. A dark, dirty, dusty hole which was too small for you to stand up in. Hell, it was too small to kneel down in just about. Only you couldn't kneel because the ground was basically rocks. So you have to stoop whilst walking, which kills your legs and your back. And do that while dragging two chairs along about 10 metres. In the dark. All while in my black t-shirt and black jeans on a boiling hot day here in Newcastle. Black + heat does not mix. Black and dust does not mix.
"You have to do it because you're the smallest." My brother's only a inch taller, and I'm taller than my dad. Anyway, 10 minutes later and only 6 chairs later, I'd lost the will to live. My back was aching like a mofo and my legs were getting cramp. Badly. So I stopped dragging them along this tiny, cramped little dungeon and started just bringing them inside instead.
Instead of taking over my dragging of chairs duty, my brother simply said "Well we'll put them somewhere else then." So then I had to take these 50 chairs which I'd just taken inside back outside and around the corner of this big building, and stack them all up inside... well, it was something. Big container I think. Everytime I stopped for five seconds to catch my breath, either my brother or my dad would see and say "Get to it!"
Nerds aren't meant to do physical labour. I can lift my weights, sure, but carrying stuff is boring. Like I said in my last childish, complaining, whiny post, I can DO it, I just don't like to. And while I was out I bet I missed my mate, who was coming over to get some money for my deposit for paintballing. Bah.
Anyway, yesterday I had to help shift a sofa and seat onto a minibus roof, then off again, then into a building (a church) and up some stairs. Not so bad, and my mate was helping since he was at my house when my brother and dad roped in me.
Today, I was forced to do it again, only today it was chairs from the church to my brother's Sea Cadet unit (yes, he's a sad kid, but it's where he met his bird so I guess he has a reason to go)
So, I had to shift 50 (I actually counted when they were stacked on the roof) of these heavy metal chairs (big, old and ugly) from the church to outside where the minibus was waiting, then lift them up so my brother on the roof could stack them up. One chair alone is light enough to lift easily. Holding it for a long time will eventually make it feel heavy. Two chairs at once is heavy enough to actually feel slightly heavy, and you couldn't hold them all day. The balance between heaviness and ease of carrying was way off - sometimes something is light but hard to carry, other times something is easy to carry but heavy. These things managed to be heavy and hard to carry at the same time.
Anyway, went down on the minibus with my dad and my brother to the unit, where I had to get these 50 chairs from the minibus and get them inside. After about 10 chairs my brother said he'd bring them in and I had to put them away. We lifted up a big piece of the floor to reveal a basement. I say basement, I mean hole. A dark, dirty, dusty hole which was too small for you to stand up in. Hell, it was too small to kneel down in just about. Only you couldn't kneel because the ground was basically rocks. So you have to stoop whilst walking, which kills your legs and your back. And do that while dragging two chairs along about 10 metres. In the dark. All while in my black t-shirt and black jeans on a boiling hot day here in Newcastle. Black + heat does not mix. Black and dust does not mix.
"You have to do it because you're the smallest." My brother's only a inch taller, and I'm taller than my dad. Anyway, 10 minutes later and only 6 chairs later, I'd lost the will to live. My back was aching like a mofo and my legs were getting cramp. Badly. So I stopped dragging them along this tiny, cramped little dungeon and started just bringing them inside instead.
Instead of taking over my dragging of chairs duty, my brother simply said "Well we'll put them somewhere else then." So then I had to take these 50 chairs which I'd just taken inside back outside and around the corner of this big building, and stack them all up inside... well, it was something. Big container I think. Everytime I stopped for five seconds to catch my breath, either my brother or my dad would see and say "Get to it!"
Nerds aren't meant to do physical labour. I can lift my weights, sure, but carrying stuff is boring. Like I said in my last childish, complaining, whiny post, I can DO it, I just don't like to. And while I was out I bet I missed my mate, who was coming over to get some money for my deposit for paintballing. Bah.