Day two prognosis: Solder smells funky.
So it turns out my job shan't be so monotinous as to be a serious feet problem. I spent an hour and a half assembling more manifolds, then ran out of space on my bench to stick the completed product.
About this point I was put to task cutting the wires to 120mm, and then stripping the ends, and 'tinning' them - sticking solder on the bare wires so that the little bits of wire inside don't 'fray' while you're trying to poke the end into a wire... socket... thingy. Yes. Those things. Anyway!
That took me all day. I got to sit down for it though, so it's not all bad. One of the other workers who's busy assembling the "real" components (AKA their diagram sheets look like Mechahnno For Grown Ups And A Sadomaschoistic Glee Of Comlplicatedness) jokingly said he envied my job, before chuckling and saying I was a poor sod for beintg stuck on something so boring.
He has no idea.
No, he really has no idea... I enjoy it (Other than the continual frustration of Reiver vs Wire Trimmers vs The Indestructable Plastic Wire Coatings, but). It's not varied, or 'interesting'. But I can put my mind to task, and do something reasonably complicated but simple and repeditive enough that once I get into the groove, I can just keep on groovin' for another 72 repititions... then swap manifolds, repeat.
There are worse jobs. At least this one lets me look back at my table and see what I have completed today, in a far more tangable measure than "I've left six machines to boot and nuke overnight, I'll reinstall on them tomorrow", right? (I also suspect the doing-things-neatly is playing happily to my OCD, but we won't go there while it remains a happy harmless compulsion, shall we?)
About this point I was put to task cutting the wires to 120mm, and then stripping the ends, and 'tinning' them - sticking solder on the bare wires so that the little bits of wire inside don't 'fray' while you're trying to poke the end into a wire... socket... thingy. Yes. Those things. Anyway!
That took me all day. I got to sit down for it though, so it's not all bad. One of the other workers who's busy assembling the "real" components (AKA their diagram sheets look like Mechahnno For Grown Ups And A Sadomaschoistic Glee Of Comlplicatedness) jokingly said he envied my job, before chuckling and saying I was a poor sod for beintg stuck on something so boring.
He has no idea.
No, he really has no idea... I enjoy it (Other than the continual frustration of Reiver vs Wire Trimmers vs The Indestructable Plastic Wire Coatings, but). It's not varied, or 'interesting'. But I can put my mind to task, and do something reasonably complicated but simple and repeditive enough that once I get into the groove, I can just keep on groovin' for another 72 repititions... then swap manifolds, repeat.
There are worse jobs. At least this one lets me look back at my table and see what I have completed today, in a far more tangable measure than "I've left six machines to boot and nuke overnight, I'll reinstall on them tomorrow", right? (I also suspect the doing-things-neatly is playing happily to my OCD, but we won't go there while it remains a happy harmless compulsion, shall we?)