So. One week at the new job. Not too bad.
One of the bands I'm in recently lost its drummer, and now we're apparently thinking about getting rid of our second guitarist. Things aren't going well, and unbeknownst to my co-founder, I too have been considering quiting. I just don't really get into it anymore. Hell, I haven't been able to get into much of anything lately. the most intense i've been lately is that I beat a video game in like three days. woopdeedoo.
And now that i have a job that will let me pay off my bills, and finally get some shit that i've wanted/needed for a while, i should feel like i have more control over my life. But you know what? i feel like i'm the last person that realizes whats happenig. I'm not sure what the hell i should do know.
Well, i'm done bitching now.
Have a nice day!
OK. This is after Tikki's last comment, so bare with me, I'm slightly innebri....drunk.
Well. After all the bitching, w\once we were at work today things seemed different. Tikki's day started like shit, while mine went way, WAY better than i had a right for it to. I started out working under probably the toughest operator on our shift, a guy that at least four people including tikki warned me could be a bastard. If you're not moving at the speed he wants you to, he'll let you know. And sometimes he rides you just for shits and giggles. Well, after about an hour and a half, we had to change out the press on our machine. Now everytime we had downtime, I found something to do, which is what we're supposed to do anyway, I guess alot of people just don't. Anyway, when it was time to change our press, I was doing as much as I could to get it ready to be pulled out and the new one put in when our supervisor decided to pull me to a different press. No big deal. Except that Yoder, the incredibly hard to work under under operator, was actually pissed that they moved me. Me. Of all people, the most hardass guy in the shop thinks I'm a good worker. Damn.
The Next press was being run by someone I already knew, a little any way, and basically said the same thing.
For the first time in a long time, I actually felt like maybe I could be good at this.
And thats when the guilt kicked in. My first really good day there, and tikkigod had probably the worst day you can have short of getting shit-canned. And this is the guy that got me my job.
One of the bands I'm in recently lost its drummer, and now we're apparently thinking about getting rid of our second guitarist. Things aren't going well, and unbeknownst to my co-founder, I too have been considering quiting. I just don't really get into it anymore. Hell, I haven't been able to get into much of anything lately. the most intense i've been lately is that I beat a video game in like three days. woopdeedoo.
And now that i have a job that will let me pay off my bills, and finally get some shit that i've wanted/needed for a while, i should feel like i have more control over my life. But you know what? i feel like i'm the last person that realizes whats happenig. I'm not sure what the hell i should do know.
Well, i'm done bitching now.
Have a nice day!
OK. This is after Tikki's last comment, so bare with me, I'm slightly innebri....drunk.
Well. After all the bitching, w\once we were at work today things seemed different. Tikki's day started like shit, while mine went way, WAY better than i had a right for it to. I started out working under probably the toughest operator on our shift, a guy that at least four people including tikki warned me could be a bastard. If you're not moving at the speed he wants you to, he'll let you know. And sometimes he rides you just for shits and giggles. Well, after about an hour and a half, we had to change out the press on our machine. Now everytime we had downtime, I found something to do, which is what we're supposed to do anyway, I guess alot of people just don't. Anyway, when it was time to change our press, I was doing as much as I could to get it ready to be pulled out and the new one put in when our supervisor decided to pull me to a different press. No big deal. Except that Yoder, the incredibly hard to work under under operator, was actually pissed that they moved me. Me. Of all people, the most hardass guy in the shop thinks I'm a good worker. Damn.
The Next press was being run by someone I already knew, a little any way, and basically said the same thing.
For the first time in a long time, I actually felt like maybe I could be good at this.
And thats when the guilt kicked in. My first really good day there, and tikkigod had probably the worst day you can have short of getting shit-canned. And this is the guy that got me my job.
p.s try finding an ass that tastes like candy