Three Hours Later...

...a sore back, soaked in sweat, and two bloody blisters, I'm back to work.

I helped a co-worker pick up a ping-pong table he won in an auction.  We went to the place thinking this would be an easy thing and would fit easily into his mini-van (he had removed all the back seats).

Boy, were we wrong.

The ping-pong table wasn't one of the cheap consumer models sold at JC Penny's or Sears, and only weighs 30-50 lbs.  Nope, this was an industrial type table.  What constitutes industrial?  Well, the place that sold it in the auction was the local community college.  It was a table built for heavy use and weighed as such.  I'd say it weighed somewhere between 90-120 lbs.

You see, it had heavy tubing attached to it along with wheels to make it easier to move.  But, the wheels and tubing were not removable.

On top of that, there was no way it was going to fit inside the mini-van.  So, the solution was to load it on top of the van and tie it down.  Holy shit it was heavy and akward.

But, we finally got it up there, and tied it down to the best of our abilities.  Somewhere during that, I developed blisters on my fingers from tugging really hard on the nylon rope to tighten it as best as I could. 

Unloading was a hell of a lot easier thank the lord, but by the time we unloaded it, my back was letting me know that I had not lifted in the proper form, and had tweaked my back.

I'm an idiot. 

A hurting idiot.