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Starting the Weekend

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Last week was a real (insert favorite adjective here) at and 1st shift, as usual, had to end things on a particularly “high” note.

To begin with, I hadn’t had that good a week anyway. Seems every day someone was finding cause to yell at me. First there was the missing tails on the “4″ in the lettering on top of about 20 of the 3600 screwdrivers I’d made. (1st shift made it sound like it was everything I’d made.) Then, I refused to go over to the machine called “Cell 1″ and I’m in trouble. Because I’m was not going to clean up Sarah’s mess over at “Cell 1″, I’m in trouble. Then, I hadn’t made out some labels correctly and I’m in trouble yet again. Finally, I was assigned to sort through nut driver blades to search for rusty ones.

And 1st shift comes in to replace us and throws a royal tantrum. They don’t have time to sort through blades. I hadn’t sorted them correctly. There was nothing wrong with the ones I’d sorted. I don’t know what the problem was.

Oh, and we had snow. Lots and lots of snow. So it took about 45 minutes to get home, when it only usually takes about 15. (Maybe that’s why they had to be so awful.)

Anyroad, I’m sick to death of being yelled at.

Spent most of yesterday sleeping. Actually, I pretty much slept from 10am Friday until 8am Saturday minus an hour or two here and there for biological functions. I also hit iTunes pretty hard and downloaded some more Gackt, mucc, and Miyavi. During one of my awake periods, I downloaded the latest Naruto Shippuden episode and had a good laugh at Cap. Flashlight Face and Mr. Penis.

If I can ever get to the bank (nope, I still haven’t! XD) I’m placing an order with ThinkGeek and getting Kevin’s X-mas present (I hope he isn’t reading this!) and then finally getting my paid LiveJournal account.

In the meantime, I need to do a little yoga and see if I can lose the stiffness from sleeping almost 24 hours. Oops, and gotta get some groceries before the next snow storm arrives. ETA is in about 3 hours and counting.

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Oh, grow up

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

Sometimes, I just really have to wonder about my coworkers. You have to be at least 18 to work at this place and more than half my coworkers act like they’re still in Middle School. The whole balkanized atmosphere of the public school is there, being played out by people much older than I am. It’s more annoying than anything else, but still.

Take Sarah, who runs a machine called a “cell” that makes screwdrivers and nutdrivers. That girl has a serious girlcrush on Kim, the technician/mechanic who keeps the “cell” machines running.

Kim has this habit biting your head off if she’s even the slightest bit stressed. I have this habit of strongly disliking being yelled at for any reason. Yeah, last time she did it I tolerated it only a couple times before I yelled back. During my next break, I found one of the managers and reported just the last time she yelled since it was about the person I was training.

After I yelled back, Kim and Sarah actually began acting like little teenage girls (please note Kim’s old enough to have teen kids herself). Heads together, talking, casting scathing looks at me. Wow. I haven’t had that happen since High School.

Sarah then runs off and tries to get more information from the new person I was training and then runs to my mom over it. (What’s she going to do, spank me?)

I shunned both of them for a while. I’m not giving people with that kind of behavior more shit to throw around. I’m still a bit chilly towards Kim, but since she’s one of the technicians I can’t entirely ignore her. Sarah, I’m completely avoiding. Sarah, for her part, seems to have decided I’m on the shit list.

Whatever.

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Awkward-sauce

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Have you ever met someone who insists on telling you their entire life story no less than 5 minutes after you’ve met them? It appears we attract that sort of person at work. So far, we’re up to 3 temps who are that way, plus one or two regular employees.

Today was my Mom’s birthday, but she never really celebrates it. She’s at that point in her life where her regrets are really catching up with her, so she spends the week of her birthday extremely depressed. Well, Carmen, the latest one of these people who like to talk about themselves also celebrated her birthday today.

I really don’t know how to even attempt to describe Carmen without being rude, classist, and — God, I don’t know. Within a few minutes of working with her for the first time, she had to almost recite an itemized list of her previous employers, health and medical history, family, friends, gossip regarding those people, latest movies she’s watched, TV programs, yadda yadda yadda. She had to brag about her “new” car, which is all but falling apart around her. Carmen even had to inform me that she was going to go buy sheet metal to “fix up” some part of the vehicle. What kind of white trash are you???!!!

Basically, Carmen loves to talk — about herself. Every second of the 8 hours you have to work with her. To make things worse, she insists on wearing the cheapest, most vile perfume she can find and then takes a bath in it.

I hate her. Completely and utterly despise working with her.

So back to mom’s birthday. Mom hates celebrating birthdays, Carmen loves talking about anything that has to do about herself.

Mom’s trying to politely brush off the birthday wishes all night. However, over lunch Carmen suddenly notices the birthday message up on the bulletin board in the break room right next to mom’s head and asks if she’s seen it. Hello, idiot — she can’t get much closer to it.

Mom grunts “yes.” And — BOOM — Carmen begins talking endlessly about herself and how much she loves her birthday and that she realizes that not everyone likes their birthdays but she loves hers and that she just doesn’t think about getting older blah blah blah. Since it’s a special occasion, her perfume is especially strong today. Mom keeps trying to bat it away. She’s clearly starting to become upset.

500 tons of awkward here.

Carmen keeps talking.

Finally, mom snaps at her, tears in her eyes, that it’s just another depressing day just like any other. And she finally stops talking.

Great, now I have to put up with an even bigger dose of awkward-sauce than I normally have to.

Thanks!

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Good News; Bad News

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

I’m having one of those months where I’m just kind of “blah” about everything. My favorite character is back in the Naruto manga and I strangely can’t dredge up the energy to feel excited about it.

Anyway… good news: Everyone, including me, is now employed. I’m starting over at Kalfact Plastics tomorrow night. Mom works there, same shift, so there’s no extra gas being wasted to get me someplace else.

The bad news? It’s third shift. Well, depending on how you look at it, I guess. I’ve always been a night owl, now I just get to work through the night instead of aimlessly surfing or reading. I’ve just kind of been sitting here wondering “What on Earth have I gotten myself into?”

Good news: Three weeks left before summer break starts.

Bad news: I don’t think I can get any more burnt out on school. I do not want to do my homework, I don’t want to attend, I just don’t want to do it. I really hate my geography class, even though I’m doing really good. It’s just… troublesome. lol I learned APA format years, they hammered it in all my English classes here at Baker, but yet now I’m suddenly not doing it right according to this instructor. I’m doing it the way I was instructed to in all my English classes. *huff* I need the summer off, badly.

Gotta get the newsletter out for Lunaescece, this month it’s just going to be random. I don’t have the time to waste waiting for people to nominate things.

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