twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (They all wore a green carnation)
Today was my last day at Essltate. I may miss the people, but I will not miss the bruises, paper cuts, and peeling cuticles.

At our first break, Cherrie was flipping though her People magazine and commented that Thomas and Nancy Beatle had their baby girl. The most of the room ( all seven of us, as the rest were outside smoking ) thought it was unnatural, once the whole situation was explained. Because, really, "a man gave birth to a baby girl" would give a few WTF comments if just for the "how would that even work?" angle. ( I still think it's sweet, and said so. ) Not only that, but the idea of the existence of transsexuals was also unnatural and abhorrent.

This is, obviously, not the first time I've heard this shit.

Remember the diversity talk on my floor this spring? Several of the girls when off on a homophobic tangent, how gays and lesbians act against gender roles. Specifically, how effeminate gay men were far less threatening than lesbians. I pointed out, hi, lesbian sitting right next to you, and she backpeddled and said something along the lines of "Oh, but you're not obvious about it."

Which brings me to "The Making of Me." I've still not watched it, despite my interest in both John Barrowman in pretty much anything and GLBT studies. Partly because on the science part it's not telling me anything new, partly because I've not heard a single positive review of it. And partly because of the invisible lesbian problem, which is a bit silly because it's a gay man comparing himself to others, and while straight men and straight women have at least one gender or orientation overlap, lesbain women don't have an orientation overlap. ( In orientation, I mean "attracted to men" or "attracted to women." Plus invisible bisexuals, which only has the justification "trying to explain being gay is hard enough!"

I think I'll just curl up with a book tomorrow.
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (Martha and Toshiko)
Today was hot. We had an "extreme heat" advisory, and since it was 100 degrees with a heat index of 115, yeah, it was really fucking hot.

Especially when it's hotter in the factory. We did get heat breaks, so except for the first two and a half hours, we got a break every hour in the nice air conditioned lunchroom. I just feel very, very lucky to be working in a factory in the turn of this century, and not the last one.

Besides the safety laws, equal pay to males preforming the same job, and the shorter work day. Though I do detect a bunch of sexisim and the effect of bias against females in society. The lowest position is packer: we get paid $9.45. Except for Stephen, and he's summer help with me, there are no male packers on day shift. The all the rest of the men are operators or managers.

But the biggest thing is that the majority of the temps are female. Most of the people on night shift and lobster shift, are male. And you get paid more when you work second or third shift. The majority of people working day shift are working then because they have children to take care of. Most of the parents are single mothers whose Baby Daddy is AWOL, except for one single father whose ex-wife has been in and out of the hospital for months and a widow.

Still better than Sporlen where half the summer help had kids on the way, let alone the hired people.

I would comment on race, but since this area is really, really white and I've seen five black people since I've moved here, it's difficult to draw an conclusion. I've seen three black people at the factory; two are on day shift and the last is on night shift. Of the two people who work with me, one is a packer ( she's the widow, actually ) and the other is the plant manager. Though when the plant manager was pointed out to me, he was pointed out in a sublimely racist manner. Less "the nigger is our boss," "that's are boss, he don't look it, but he's really smart."

Though the further you get from St. Louis, the more dramatic the racisim grows. Twenty minutes away though, you go from "low-level racisim" to "there's a thriving Klu Klux Klan group."
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (The Doctor - Joanna!Doctor)
Today I worked faster than the file folder machine. I'm no John Henry, but at the breakneck speed the operator had the machine on today, I don't really care if it was just a ten minute sprint.

I'm just glad the work day is over. And that I don't have to work Saturday!
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (I'll get there)
I have a new job. The factory makes two things: hanging file folders and index cards. Right now I'm in the department that makes the plastic tabs that helps one organize the folders.

I happen to really like my job.

It's first shift, so I work 7am-3:20pm. I dropped fairly quickly into the right sleep schedule, and even woke up at 5:30 voluntarily. Of course, I'm dead to the world by 8, but I have supper with my family, and we have fauxTivo.

But the biggest reason why I like my job is that I'm not in a position that's filled with temp/summer workers. That means that the people that I work with actually care a little bit about the job, and don't endlessly go on about how much it sucks.

And I'm only working 40 hours a week, and not 56. It's less money - probably going to be significantly less - but I consider that well worth it. I don't have to spend every hour either at work or thinking about going into work.
twincityhacker: an astronaut planting a Welsh flag on the Moon (Alternate History)
I like working. It's hard to go in the "morning" but fine once I get there. Other than the fact that the skin is peeling off of my finger tips, it's even going well.

Everything but the hours. Most days I spend either at work, or asleep. I've woken up in the middle of the night and thought I was at work. And this is only my first whole week. I'm guessing that I'll adjust sooner or later and my brain will stop being crispy-fried to prefection off-shift. So I'll be able to think more clearly than "McCain bad, John Barrowman pretty."
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (Alexandra Moen)
Does not want to go back to work. I feel like I only got back two hours ago. Which is true if you count the amount of hours I've spent awake since then.

Plus, I vaporlocked at work last night. Really not fun.
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (Ice Fishing)
The last three days I've either been at work or sleeping. I've kept up with the flist, but really haven't had anything to say as I've been OMG tired. And, it kinda hurts to type since I sliced up my hands at work.

The factory I'm in puts together things that use refrigeration. I've been testing parts to see if they'll leak, so that means clamping down a ton of stuff, and running air though it while the piece is underwater. I don't wear gloves because they quickly become soaked and clammy - which leaves me exposed to a little sharp wire piece that's scratched up my hand a bit. Plus, my hands are so swollen when I woke up I did not recognize them has my hands.

I would say something about co-workers, but I'm still OMG WTF BBQ about some of them. Most of them.

Plus, the basement got flooded with sewage. I'm thinking of it as a good reason to purge things instead of a whole bunch of stuff getting ruined. Luckily where it flooded the highest the boxes where still three inches above the waterline, and others the bottom boxes were plastic.
twincityhacker: hands in an overcoat's pockets (At Work)
Apparently "Metal Machine Music" does something to your head, as the caphoney on the factory floor wasn't panic inducing at all, and fairly soothing. Work was a success, and I did so well that they'll probably keep me at the packing station instead of bouncing me all over the shop.


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