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So, it's been two weeks since I started working on the production floor at work, and it seems longer. And I'm getting a new supervisor on Sunday, already, because the supes abruptly had a shift bid.
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By the time this post goes up it'll be Halloween. And once Halloween is over, it's Christmas season already.
I am told that for the last several federal holidays (Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, and now Thanksgiving) the center was closed, even though it's supposed to be a 365-day operation. This worried the person who was telling me this, though he would not explain why. "What, you think we'll have to work Christmas?" I asked, but he didn't answer.
But because there is approximately fuck-all I can do about it, I'm going to continue to do my job the best I can. 90% of this one is just showing up and doing your work the way they tell you to do it, so I'm doing that until someone tells me otherwise.
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Meanwhile, I need to tuck my wife into bed, and try to get my brain slowed down a bit before I hit the hay myself.
She wanted a chef's salad for dinner--I just wanted leftover spaghetti--so I set to work, boiling a couple of eggs and slicing vegetables, ham, and cheese. Once done I had a soup bowl full of lettuce, onion, carrot, egg, ham, and cheese; when I set it in front of her she was floored by the presentation.
She ate the whole thing. (I did get one bite.)
...so naturally I'm going to end up having to make this kind of salad for her again.