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I haven't updated for awhile, and thought I'd get back on track. This is my third full week on my temporary job, on a project now of making 13,000 boxes. Have accumaleted several little cardboard cuts on my hands, but haven't lost to much blood. The job is better than nothing, its nice to feel like more of a productive citizen by working 40 hours a week and of course its always nice to get a paycheck. Though like everyone else, only wish it was bigger. But I still feel insuffiient because I'm capable of somethihg much better, I'm working with people who have no other opportunities in life, a number of which have spent time in jail. Eventually I suppose my life will find the right path for me.
Anyway, the job is pretty simple and repitive, and makes a much better and faster day when you can talk to someone. I haven't had many people I could talk to, have listend a lot and have heard some interesting stories. But today, worked at the same table with a woman who seemed nice, we talked a lot about movies and television. Which is probably my best conversable subject. So the day went pretty smoothly and was glad to finally have someone I could talk to. She had mentioned she had a really bad temper, but I didn't see any signs of it.
Well in the last hour, I did, our process was to put this cardboard inser into the box and set them on the table next to us and someone would pick them up and do the next step. The guy who had been picking up the boxes was doing something else for awhile and our stack was getting pretty high, double layered. And she said something to a guy working next to us about it, and he told her that she could carry them over herself just as well. That set her off, and said that this would be her last day and some derogatory remarks.
So, tomorrow I'll be back to making boxes in silence.
Anyway, the job is pretty simple and repitive, and makes a much better and faster day when you can talk to someone. I haven't had many people I could talk to, have listend a lot and have heard some interesting stories. But today, worked at the same table with a woman who seemed nice, we talked a lot about movies and television. Which is probably my best conversable subject. So the day went pretty smoothly and was glad to finally have someone I could talk to. She had mentioned she had a really bad temper, but I didn't see any signs of it.
Well in the last hour, I did, our process was to put this cardboard inser into the box and set them on the table next to us and someone would pick them up and do the next step. The guy who had been picking up the boxes was doing something else for awhile and our stack was getting pretty high, double layered. And she said something to a guy working next to us about it, and he told her that she could carry them over herself just as well. That set her off, and said that this would be her last day and some derogatory remarks.
So, tomorrow I'll be back to making boxes in silence.