Itchy

Can we say, "Worst first day on the job ever?"  No, I didn't get yelled at.  It's much worse.  Everything started out fine, we all unloaded things from the truck.  Knowing I burn easily, I managed to stay in the shade about 80% of the time.  Went to lunch with Marlen, chatted for a very long time and all was jolly.  Then we went back to the store and were split into groups.  Of all the indignity, they set me on trash duty...Now maybe I'm overprideful or something, but I was somewhat offended by this poor choice.  First of all, I'm not exactly a "buff" sort of girl, meaning I can't carry really big heavy loads - like boxes chock full of cardboard.  Second of all, I'm a very pale sort of girl, the type that can burn within 10 minutes if left out under direct sunlight without any sunscreen.  Stupidly for the managers, they set me with the job of carrying big loads into the bright bright sun where the smelly icky trash bins were, and left the cheery built young ladies with nice summer tans inside where they're meager cheerleading brains confused the hell out of setting everything properly on the shelves (All of them seemed to be related in some way to the ladies running the show - nepotism, great...).  I swear, it was four hours that we worked, and not one shelf was filled completely.  I haven't a clue how they couldn't manage it, the directions were all very specific and laid out right in front of them.  In any case, now I'm very sweaty, and my face is all red from the mere fifteen minutes I spent under the bright bright sun tossing cardboard into the trash bin which was clearly NOT a recycle bin.  What's even MORE offensive to me was that while I was going about my job, a heavy metal bar fell out of the sky, presumably from nowhere, and landed smack dab on my head.  I nearly got brained and my $40K education nearly went down the drain.  How lovely is that?  Can you tell I'm not liking my job at William Sonoma so far?  And now my face is itchy.