Forgive me if this post contains typos or other errors as it is literally 1 a.m. and a wage of fatigue just washed over me. I think I might be too tired to write this.
Last night, the work center board at the Stitch Fix Bizzy Hizzy proclaimed that I would work QC.
QC is the quality control work center. Once the fixes are picked, the QC team inspects and folds the pieces and prepares them for the shipper.
It is the most stationary, sedentary work center I have worked in so far at the Bizzy. But I like it—except it kills my spine. It causes me a lot of pain to stand still for 8 hours. And yes, the give us mats and offer a variety of table heights to make it more comfortable.
After our two hours in training, I packed 36 fixes at a rate of 8+ minutes per fix.
Tonight when I arrived at work, scheduled for QC again, my favorite nurse asked how I did in QC last night. I told her it was hard on my S1 joint (she already knows I have cerebral palsy) but I liked it. But then I like to learn new things and face new challenges.
Now I don’t remember her exact word choice, but she commented on my good attitude and the fact that I am “always happy.”
I fought years. “Thank you for seeing that, as I’m having a hard time right now.”
And she offered me prayers.
Then she commented on how I try to do everything, and I shrugged and reminded her that this was my whole life— that I’ve always had a disability so things never come easy.
And then she pointed out that in her line of work she’s seen people give up facing less.
With that pep talk, I headed to QC valley 2. Now tonight I was on the right side of the valley and liked it. I QC’ed a total of 59 fixes at a rate of between 5.9 and 7.2 minutes per fix. Only two of my boxes were returned and both were do to issues with the paper. A supervisor told me nice folding! And I even tried to highlight whatever was pretty in each fix/folded item.
On first break I took 400 mg of ibuprofen to help prevent back trouble. And it helped! Or maybe I just really am getting stronger post-Covid.
At the end of my shift, I was hungry for chocolate so I grabbed a chocolate chip Pop Tart. As I was walking out, my favorite nurse offered me a cookie.
I didn’t want to touch her cookies, so she piled some into a tissue while using a tissue as a glove.
And I never tasted anything quite like that thumbprint cookie. I haven’t had thumbprint cookie in years.
I went out to my car and found one final surprise; my mileage was 33399. I like numerical patterns and that number sequence was super cool.
So the day that had a rocky start had a strong finish.