The Past Month…

It has been a little over a month since my last post (April 18th to be precise), and it has been crazy at work.

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How I Ended up in the Box

I knew today was going to be an “interesting” day from the beginning, from the moment I saw one of our gazillion ton dies out in the middle of the five line road, broken into pieces, not even a mile away from work. Big wigs from one of the main companies that we do business with were here, walking around, getting in the way, someone had shoved a million things into the tool crib where you couldn’t even put your foot down without stepping on something, and of course me bumping my arm on the lift and having to fill out an incident report because my supervisor was still here. And that is just the first few hours. Yep, great day. I know I complain about my job a lot, and I guess you’re probably wondering “Hannah, if you hate your job so much, why did you take it? Why don’t you do something else?” Well, number one, the job market sucks right now. If I quit and go somewhere else, either I will have to take a $4 an hour pay cut, or take a $3 an hour pay cut and I’m 30 minute commute will turn into a 45 minute to an hour commute. “Why don’t you apply for a different position?” Nothing is available and you have to be at the same position for 6 months before you are able to apply for a position. Barely making to 3 months right now.“So why did you take the job?” That’s a good question. Guess it’s time I should explain how I ended up in the white box.

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One of those Mondays…

Oh this Monday. My boyfriend and I got in a fight over laundry, everything is crazy at work, trying to catch up on blog because I didn’t post this weekend like I was planning, and it’s raining. Got sticky notes everywhere for different part numbers that need to be ordered, Got people calling over the headset needing this and that. Web pages for parts and blogs opened on multiple tabs across multiple browsers. And of course the spreadsheets, emails that need to be send back and forth, pictures that need to be taken so they have an idea of what the fuck I’m talking about. clicky clicky for more