May 15, 2012
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stalag
little (or no) food left in the wood-panel submarine, with little (or no) ambition to grocery shop, being that I need all the rest I can get betwixt those long 10 hour work days. I'd rather do my shopping on the weekend, but once again, it looks as if we'll work this Saturday (and maybe Sunday), having the line poop out on us for a good 5 1/2 hours last night. cleaning and getting farmed out to another line has everyone wondering why they just don't let us go home? (we work a good 50 hour + week, do we gotta hang around even when our line has mechanical issues?). we have a meeting with the boss before the shift starts. it's a good 18 minute long speech about wasting time (ironic, right?). he likes to blame us (in his broken Romanian accent) for the lack of numbers, when it's almost all mechanical issues. his 'rah rah' speeches include nothing uplifting, it's all threats that we may work the whole weekend if we don't get our shit together. there's no such thing as 'encouragement' in this place. oh, and good thing it's 'ergonomics month' (as the posters on the wall portray). just knowing that may make my shoulder not hurt so much while working on those most un-ergonomic screw guns
. just one more bullshit annoyance to gripe about...and speaking of the stalag, I gotta get ready for another fun filled evening *ready, go!*
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