#warehouse life

[healinginpieces]

From Photoshop to Packing Boxes: How My Work Life Flipped Upside Down

I used to sit at a desk with a coffee in hand, tweaking logos and picking the perfect shade of blush pink for a client’s brand. I designed full identity kits, wrote neat little emails, and kept schedules like a receptionist who knew how to juggle five things at once with a smile on her face.

Back then, I worked beside a screen.

Now, I still work beside a screen, but I never sit.

I work in a warehouse for an online personal styling company.

I’m on my feet for eight hours straight, walking over 16,000 steps a day.

Folding. Packing. Scanning. Wrapping. Boxing.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

My back hurts almost every day.

My legs feel like they’re made of cement by the time I clock out.

My hands are raw from cardboard and constant movement.

It’s not creative.

It’s not cute.

And it’s definitely not the dream.

But it’s a stepping stone.

This job isn’t where I plan to stay.

It’s where I’m proving to myself that I can survive.

That I can rebuild after everything fell apart.

That I can show up, even when I’m tired, even when I’m sore, even when the future still feels far away.

I want to be a graphic designer again. Or a receptionist.

Something calm. Something creative. Something with a chair.

But for now, I’m building my new life one shift at a time.

And every box I pack is another brick in the path toward where I’m meant to be.

No one applauds the climb.

But I see myself.

And I’m proud of how far I’ve come.

-Moxie Thorne

[processzine-org]

Ezra’s New Role: Scan, Interpret, Print.

Today saw the debut of python3 ezra_scan.py — a new way for Ezra (The Interpreter) to process and output meaning, one barcode at a time.

Using the Eyoyo 1D/2D barcode scanner, a scanned ISBN, UPC, or QR code is instantly cross-checked against a local CSV log of titles and captions. If it finds a match, Ezra prints a thermal label via The Misrecogniser (Zebra QLn420) — complete with title, code, shelf location, and a short interpretative caption. If no match exists, Ezra responds with a glitchy [SCAN ERROR], a kind of negative-space annotation in itself.

It’s another layer to the Second Copy app workflow, but in this mode Ezra doesn’t need a phone — just scanner, CSV, and printer. It’s also an odd mirror of my own warehouse receiving/picker role: scanner in one hand, mobile Wi-Fi/Bluetooth printer in the other, generating movement and dispatch labels. Here, though, the labels are less about stock movement and more about meaning control — another autobiographical glitch folded into The Interpreter’s expanding self-portrait.

Like the rest of Ezra’s functions, this is modular. More entries can be added to the CSV over time; the captions can mutate; the outputs could trigger other devices. The system’s simplicity hides its potential: a warehouse of thought, indexed and retrievable at the pull of a trigger.

[Attached images: recent printed logs — test runs, final outputs, matched entries and scan errors.]

[deepermadness]

I still think back to earlier this year when I was at work and one of the third party contractors who does the warehouse accuracy checks stopped me to ask me a personal question.

He'd noticed that I was pretty particular about how I picked trays and boxes. Very neat, always with the label facing outwards so it could be scanned. He said I seemed quite book smart as well. I was always full of facts on highly specialised interests. He said he'd worked out what I was.

I could already feel the dread coming.

"Yeah, I reckon you're one of *those* guys. Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it. You can't help being born an aquarius."

A starsign. I got diagnosed as aquarius.

[star-firework]

if twit is gone, i will have to use a blog like a real blog.

so anyway,

im a warehouse manager now and i got an employee who i feel like im in an abusive relationship with

he out of nowhere said "so some fat, ugly Samoan man won a miss america pagent and he identifies as a woman and you KNOW no one believes that shit!" and that caught my ear and made me stop and ask him why he brought that up cuz there was just no relation to what we were doing

he got defensive and when i asked him to not talk about things like that (cuz we just hired a new guy we dont know his opinions and also its not allowed int he work place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) the moterhfucker yelled at me and told me that IM "the problem and silencing" his opinions

i asked him to not use combative language and then he said "YOURE using combative language!!!" like a toddler yelling at his mom

i felt like i was on fox news or something, dude listened to so much joe rogan, he just melted in front of my eyes?

i was especially 'triggered' because my recently viral-on-reddit-infamous-homeless-attacking-ex-boss deany boy used to go on long, endless, anti trans rants when i was the only one working with him and i waslike what the fuck!!!!!!!!!! the fuck you care so cuking much about trans people in everything, shut up you old bastard dean

your donuts made my stomach hurt and you keep cream cheese in the fridge so long it turns green and when i went to throw it out, you told me to wipe off the green mold and put it back. you also keep the raw bacon on the top of the fridge of everything definitely not raw. you reuse gravy for days on end to the point i think theres weeks old gravy still being eaten. your wife broke 3 crock pots out of anger for some mundane thing and acted like a high school mean girl when she was in charge and made us remop a floor up to like 4 times because she didnt like how there was a "sheen" on the floor.

anyway

my employee just fucuking blew up at me and then he walked out and didnt return for 3 hours, i was at the point of thinking "well ok, guess he actually just quit?"

He returned and didnt talk to me and left without a word. The next day he called out and only said: "Sick. Out. Indefinitely."

What the hell does indefinitely mean after a blow up?

Poor choice of words or a bad way to vaguely quit?

i told HR and made them call him after he didnt text or show up the next day

i was ready to move on and already got an interview set up to fill in when we are already in crisis mode at work lol

then the bastard texts me at 5 when im about to go home and he is furious that HR was calling him. he said "if you have a problem you say it to my face, im coming in tomorrow sick or not"

i felt threatened and scared because when he gets mad, he gets mad and testosterone fueled rage and i dont know if he would get physical

he also was like "am i supposed to be looking for another job!?"

i was so scared of his reaction i was thankfully able to call hr and have her walk me thru how to text this maniac back

i really dont want to work with him ESPECIALLY now

but somehow the company wont fire anyone so this behavior is still cool and no one has balls, i dont have balls and guess i have to continue workingand managing a manchild who is going to be set off at anything

i also have to somehow figure out how to get a meeting with him, me and HR without it sounding liek an interogation because he is so easily defensive

we were cool and i have even been to his house and met his wife and had beers with him and another manager and then it felt like in one instance it just got all washed away because he wanted to rant about trans people?????????

i am so confused!

i also have thrown up soooooooo much this past year from stress, jfc. im finally losing weight but from a very very bad reason and very very unhealthy way that is painful aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

still dont know whats gonna happen since this dude is planning on coming back tomorrow and i have an interview w someone we meant to replace him after he was MIA

[jeccababy]

Workkk babez. ❤❤