It turns out that my job involves inventory in a way that I would have never imagined when I focused my degree on inventory controls and supply chain management. I’m unloading pallets, opening boxes and putting shit on the shelves. I’m working my ass off and every muscle is sore.
My new best friend is this here Husky box cutter. I’ve only cut myself once so far, but many boxes have felt the thundering doom of my downward swiping. I am the BOX KILLER! Oh, and I’m also the shampoo, conditioner and hair product putter-awayer. It’s special, people. Really special.