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Well, so far, quite miserable week. I managed to dump a shitload of glue on the ground because I forgot I left it filling, took forever to clean up. John was being an a*****e and running the machine about 3 times faster than Mike was and I got buried to hell when I was stacking, boards were all over the floor, I told Mike to tell John to stop the machine or I'd walk off and he was like "Fine! Walk out!" so I found Joe (my supervisor) and told him about it and stuff, we come back and theres even more boards on the floor, I had already filled all the space where I could put units because I'd had no time to band and write on the units so even if I had been able to keep up with the stacking there was no way in hell I could manage to keep up with the banding and stuff.
Mike and Johns response, as usual is "Go faster"
I am so sick of hearing that. I'm ******** pushing my body to its limits, I can't ******** keep doing this crap like this, I'm tearing my body to hell, and I'm going as fast as I can and its never damn good enough. I'm so sore and tired and feeling like s**t. Mike getting everyone together and pulling this "Well, I don't know if some of you have noticed, but SOME of you can manage to get your jobs done in a timely manner and done right, yet your also having to help out someone else all the time, if any of you think this is unfair, you need to start bringing it up." kinda s**t. I'm so sick of seeing him make a sign of a p***y with his hands and saying "This is what you are, a ******** puss" I wanna deck him so bad... Ugh... I wish I didn't need this ******** job... I hate it so much and my body is screaming at me in pain. I don't know how much longer I can keep up this crap... I'm going to go friggin nuts soon... if it weren't for my medication, I'd have already gone nuts. Or maybe I already am nuts, I don't know anymore, I can't think worth beans. Hell I have fricking DREAMS (more like nightmares) about stacking wood. Thats how screwed up my mind is right now, screw dreaming about things like women, all I can think about at night is STACKING FRIGGIN WOOD AND LISTENING TO MIKE LAUGH AT ME!!! ARGH.
Always "Hurry up! Hurry up!" thats all I bloody hear! I'm trying my best to go as fast as my body can go without collapsing from dehydration, pain, etc, and yet its never fast enough, its never good enough, and all I can manage to do is make stupid mistakes and never ******** do things the way he wants and god DAMN I HATE MY JOB.
~Sigh~ I'm going to go to bed after I watch Smallville...
G'nite...
-Jaguar
 Jaguar__5 · Tue Nov 15, 2005 @ 09:34am · 0 Comments |
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