I got to work five minutes early last night. woohoo. I can hardly believe it myself. I don't want to give that factory one more minute of my time. Yeah, if they can raise the minimum wage, why can't i get a raise too. What about the people that have been there a little while? They had to work hard for six months to get a raise. Now......people that are new hires are making the same as them. I mean, what the hell, that minimum wage bull crap should be an increase across the board. Everyone should get the same amount of increase. For crying out loud,Where's my money?

It was a very busy night. I didn't have to train the new girl. She stayed across the hall with missy. And, they both ran her machines. The trainee only stays over on my shift for a couple of hours. Then, she goes home. She comes in very early. I don't know maybe i misjudged her. The  first night on my shift, she was filthy and stank. ie.....skank.  Maybe since i already wrote about her in my blog, she received some kind of telepathic message to take a bath. I'm going to go with that. Next time i want someone to do something i want, i'll write about it and then maybe it'll happen.  Ha Ha .........

anywho. Missy got her hand smashed at the beginning of the shift.. Not bad, though. She walked around all night with a ice pack on her hand. boohoo. I am such a shit. When we had our weekly Friday safety meeting this morning they were sure to mention her accident. Some of the parts we deal with are very heavy. She was sliding the very heavy thingy over and it slid faster than she realized. It slid all the way to the wall and you guessed it, her hand was in the way.    So, she was the topic of our safety meeting. She came up with a lot of excuses when the manager looked at her while finishing her sermon on safety. According to the manager, an action should be taken. Missy had quite a few suggestions. She is good. She got everyone else to talk about possible solutions and drew the focus away from herself.  wow. What can you say except "well played". I will give her an accomadation or a medal.         The whole night went pretty good for me. It was very very very very hot in that damn building. I sweat so much. It's hard to keep looking like a lady in an environment like that. So, i just put my hair up and .......sweat.  One machine gave me some trouble last night. It started putting out bad product. I had to go through everything i had just made and take out the bad ones. Once you got the hang of it, you could see the fuck-up easily. You could see it especially well if you looked at it sideways and saw the shiny side.. The bad part made the whole thing look rippled. That took a while. I hate to sort product. Plus, i had my other two machines to run. They started in on their shit for a while. There was no way i was going to work my ass off for those damned machines. They are there for me, to run them. I tell them what to do and i don't want to hear any back talk. Unlike my kids, they back talk back to me all the time. But most of the time it's in a fun way.ha ha.  But, there are times............ anyhwho. The damn fucking machines must have known that i was in no mood for their shit. I didn't want to dance to their dance. I am there to teach them 'my dance'. So, I fixed the air hose on the damn fucking machine. So there, it's fixed. I took me a while to fix it. So, i was starting to get very aggitated. When i think about it right now, i feel like i might need a "whoa Nellie" pill.            I need something to calm me down right now.  I'll go take a shower and get all this sweat, oil, and only God knows what else off of my body. I smell like i've been working in a car repair shop all day.

.  I'll finish this story later.   There are a few other things i would like to get off my chest. I feel better.

Later i'll write about (so i don't forget)

Missy's smashed hand, big wig came to the safety meeting, Everyone was complaining about housekeeping and some of the things they were mad about. Most of it frustrations were  aimed at the 'day shift'  They don't clean up like they should and yada yada. I wanted to write this down before i forget it. Then i complained about some thing or another. The big wig explained to me that he would get with the manager and they would get with the assistant manager. and yada yada.  How many times do i have to hear that one. They always say the same thing. They don't want us to think that they're not doing their jobs. But, when it comes right down to it, they aren't. And, they know it. They have to know it, right? So,that was the attitude that i had at the time. I was hot and tired and i smelled like a red rag. yuch. Thank God it's Friday and i don't have to work tonight.        He He it's the weekend.     Anyway, to make a long story short, i snorted when the big wig started 'his dance.' of talking bullshit.  I actually snorted out loud. I couldn"t believe it. I just had to look away from him because i could feel my face turning red. Oh, well, what's done is done. Right?. He saw me do that and i think he could tell that i was madder than hellfire. I'm tired of it. I turned around and i told him that what he just said would never happen. i told him that the managers needed to do a 'walk-through'.  What's so difficult about that? Do your job asshole. Get your ass out of that air conditioned office and go manage your people. Designate jobs to all these fucking people that are sitting on their asses. If anything, put a broom in their hands. For crying out loud. 'Whoa Nellie'.  I am in a mood. I think i might have blown my chances for the assistant manager position. If anyone reads this entire blog feel free to give me some advice. Did i screw up in that meeting? Shit.

 when i write all this anger down. Anyone reading this blog would think what a depressing person this must be. I just feel like i need to write down what i think, and publish it. Then it becomes a permanent part of my history. Writing calms me down.

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