10.28.1996
I weasled my way back onto swingshift and I come in late enough every afternoon so I don't have to see our dayshift folks anymore. It also means I get an instant 10% pay increase just for working the later hours. Yeah! I can't even begin to describe how nice it is to come into work and not have to listen to their inane conversations and watch them do nothing all day every day. I hate them all for the most part.
Swingshift is my haven. I arrive at my bench and lay my tools out. I spend a few minutes going over how many units we've got to knock out on the daily schedule and take a look at how much materials and supplies I've got in the area. Then I get started. As I work on one project I'm constantly thinking two or three steps ahead in the process to come up with a plan for the night. I can get the most accomplished this way. Next thing I know eight hours or more have passed and it seems like the entire shift passed in ten minutes. There's no interruptions from idiot employees, no distractions from useless outsiders like Ergo Assesors or ESD police. I don't get rounded up and herded into stupid meetings two or three times a day. Most of all, I love the quiet. After four or five in the afternoon all the dayshift nitwits are long gone and I can just concentrate on my job. Things are good now. This was long overdue and much needed.
At home, Jennifer doesn't feel loved. How do I know this? It's simple. Women who don't feel loved surround themselves with little creatures like cats and fish and things. Since I got home she's picked up two Siamese cats and pestered me into setting up my old thirty gallon hexagon fish tank. She already had a ten gallon fish tank set up with a few goldfish in it. She's also been yapping about wanting hermit crabs. I feel like I'm living in a zoo with a deranged bag lady. One third of the useable floorspace in her bedroom is occupied by stuffed animals. In a small two drawer cabinet she has a box that's taboo for me to touch. Inside the box is a collection of what Jennifer calls "nice ones". It's filled with pristine crisp new one dollar bills she selects from the cash registers at the coffee shop. I guess she likes sniffing them or something. I dunno.
Swingshift is my haven. I arrive at my bench and lay my tools out. I spend a few minutes going over how many units we've got to knock out on the daily schedule and take a look at how much materials and supplies I've got in the area. Then I get started. As I work on one project I'm constantly thinking two or three steps ahead in the process to come up with a plan for the night. I can get the most accomplished this way. Next thing I know eight hours or more have passed and it seems like the entire shift passed in ten minutes. There's no interruptions from idiot employees, no distractions from useless outsiders like Ergo Assesors or ESD police. I don't get rounded up and herded into stupid meetings two or three times a day. Most of all, I love the quiet. After four or five in the afternoon all the dayshift nitwits are long gone and I can just concentrate on my job. Things are good now. This was long overdue and much needed.
At home, Jennifer doesn't feel loved. How do I know this? It's simple. Women who don't feel loved surround themselves with little creatures like cats and fish and things. Since I got home she's picked up two Siamese cats and pestered me into setting up my old thirty gallon hexagon fish tank. She already had a ten gallon fish tank set up with a few goldfish in it. She's also been yapping about wanting hermit crabs. I feel like I'm living in a zoo with a deranged bag lady. One third of the useable floorspace in her bedroom is occupied by stuffed animals. In a small two drawer cabinet she has a box that's taboo for me to touch. Inside the box is a collection of what Jennifer calls "nice ones". It's filled with pristine crisp new one dollar bills she selects from the cash registers at the coffee shop. I guess she likes sniffing them or something. I dunno.
posted by factory_peasant at 7:28 PM
1 Comments:
believe me Wad, I will be answering both of those questions in a big way when the time comes...
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