I have learned a lot - and something about myself.

Last week was work experience week. I told myself "I am not interested in moving companies", so what did I do? Spent a week at a moving company, that specialized in international moving. I heard some good stories about that place, so I decided to give it a shot. Who knows, maybe a moving company was for me?

Monday started out pretty easy. It was a full day of moving office furniture around on dollies. Not the hardest day ever.

Tuesday was a bit more hard work. We had to label a few pallets of items going to an orphanage in Greenland. Again, not the hardest job ever.

Wednesday was where it got a bit more intense. We were drafted in to help a British man move his stuff from the apartment to a truck, waiting at the end of the street, because he was moving back to the UK from Copenhagen. It was heavy, sweaty and, up until that day, pretty backbreaking work. What had seemed like a quick day got long very quickly. I was off three hours later than anticipated. That's where I started to question if this really was for me. I soon got my answer.

Thursday was the day where I made my decision. We went to Sweden, to move a guy's stuff into his apartment - on the 4th floor.. Luckily there was an elevator, because if there hadn't been one, I would have been broken in half. It was a British man moving to Sweden from India, and him and his wife had packed up their entire house in India, and shipped the items across the globe to Denmark, where it was put on a truck and driven to Sweden.

He had oak furniture - which was heavy.. It started pretty easy, with boxes. I was the elevator guy, meaning I had to move the boxes from the ground floor to the 4th floor. Easy, right? Well.. Yes, to an extend. While I was helping move boxes in, one of the guys on the team started talking about how the job was. I want to drive a truck full time, and that is not something that is going to happen at this company. That made me think: "Is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life?".. On the way home from Sweden that evening, I got my answer after some thinking. No. This wasn't to be where I was going to work for the foreseeable future.

Friday dawned, and by that time, I already knew what to say to the boss. "Thank you for the chance to see if this is for me. Unfortunately, it isn't". I was drafted to Sweden yet again, to finish where we left off the previous day. I really liked the customers. They bought us food the day before, and they offered breakfast on that day. They made sure we were well taken care of. We finished at around 2.30 pm, and we were given a tip to split evenly. They liked our help so much! A great way to finish a week of work experience.

When we got back to the yard, I did a debrief with the boss. I told him that I had made a decision regarding the job, and I told him it wasn't for me, and that I wanted to go a different path. He respected that decision, and thanked me for a job well done.

So... What's the damage, you might ask? How many injuries did I get? Well.. No big ones. My entire body was hurting, my calf muscles ached, my left arm has a big bruise and a few scratches, and my feet were hurting as well.

It's safe to say, that the moving business isn't for me. Now I turn my attention to week 44, where I have another week of work experience at another company - this time it's distribution, which I think will fit me well, since that job is mainly driving trucks, which is precisely what I want to do for years to come.