As much as I wish my life consisted of nothing more than sitting at my computer writing and reading posts, there are pesky little things like bills to be paid. Due to this unfortunate fact, I am working for the next 3 weeks.
Las Vegas has three ginormous buildings that are named the World Market Center. In these buildings there are a gazillion different showrooms, where vendors pay ridiculous amounts of money to rent space and show their products. Twice a year there is a week long show where people who want to buy things to put in their stores come and walk around and look at all the new stuff.
Apparently in order to entice buyers that they need more new and exciting things, these showroom owners reorganize all of their products every six months for each new show. And this is where I come in.
This week I am working for a company named RAZ that makes and sells mostly Christmas things, but also decorations for every season. The process of moving everything and setting up for a show is ridiculously long and arduous. There are 6 of us working 10 hour days for this whole week.
Next week I will go to my usual company that I have worked for the past two years. They sell home accessories and some furniture. There are 26 pallets of product waiting for me to unpack, when I get done with RAZ.
Then the week after that is the actual show where I will help in the showroom with customer service.
It is exhausting work and I come home so sore I can hardly walk upstairs to my bed, where I fall like a ton of bricks. But the good news is that it does pay money, something that my mortgage company, dentist, and electric company seem to value quite a bit. And it is really only twice a year, so that part of it is ideal. It is just a bit stressful during the two or three weeks every six months that I actually work.
So you may or may not notice my absence around the blogosphere. Just know I am thinking of you and wondering what I am missing out on. Some times I may get to check in and maybe even post, but most days I don't even have the strength to type by the end of the day. I'll be back.
Who knew working was such hard work.