pinkily

shoooo-wheeee! Work is trying to kill me, I swear! Its about 90 degrees in that damn factory. but whateva. Maybe I can lose some poundage.

So anyway, I filled "pockets" all day yesterday, for the 1st time. 4 pockets, fast machine, no time to even take a swig of water! I did it for an hour straight at times w/ no water, no break for a breather, nothin'. some girl relieved me for like 10 minutes so I could go potty, she said "DAMN I don't know how you can stand this!" trust me, I don't know either.

Today, they tried to put me on the same machine--not a chance in hell I could do it. I woke up and my damn fingers were so swollen I could hardly make a fist! Took some tylenol, then when I found out I was in the same spot I asked bob if I could do somethin' else, cause I knew I wouldn't make it. He obliged. (yes, I think I spelled that word wrong). I felt bad all day though, like he'd think I was a wuss, or lousy worker or someshit. But I talked to him later, and he ok'd it. He said he hates to make folks work the same thing 2 days in a row, cause he knows that folks get sore, etc etc, especially when they're new (me!) and he doesn't want to be the reason folks are hurting. good deal. I thought he was mad at me all day too.

I have such an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to managers.


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