I'll try to keep this shit to a minimum, but....
I hate my job. I am assembling the same bloody harness that I assembled last summer. That's a lie: last summer I built HL-370s and I am currently building HL-275s, which is the same as an HL-370 but with an extra wire. WHAT A HUGE FUCKING CHANGE! I am working on the same jig board too. The crew has changed a little bit, but two of the same people are still there. Its hilarious because there are five people in our crew, four of us are about 20 years old and the other one is 44. That's right, 44. She's also a pre-menopausal doukhobor which is just what I need. She likes to tell me what to do and how to do it, all the while I think, "Bitch, you the Hell taught you how to make this fucking harness?! That's right, ME!!" I trained the woman last summer, and now she's trying to give me instructions. Fasten your seatbelts, its gonna be a bumpy summer.