The compound feeder is not yet installed. It needs a dust collector. It needs two 24v relays, and it needs to have the conveyor photosensor aligned. End of list.
So that makes it an even 11 days, from start to (near) finish.
I spent part of my day installing a computer desk on a laser engraving cell; it required modification before I could bolt it on, but I got it done in pretty short order.
Then I sat down at a computer to try to get the electrical schematics into AutoCad drawings. I got the block diagram done and was starting on the junction box diagram when [owner's wife/comptroller] came into the office where I was and asked me some questions, leading to a discussion about things that led to an even longer discussion with [owner] and [boss].
I came away from that meeting feeling kind of frustrated. [Owner] reiterated his statement from the interview that he expected me to read technical manuals on my own time, in order to increase my value to the company. I didn't say anything but what I wanted to say was, "After a full day at work I don't have anything left for stuff like that." Not to mention, of course, that I'm not going to subordinate my entire freaking life to this job. I'm a technician, not a freakin' doctor, and even doctors get to have time off once in a while.
Driving home from work, I realized that there has not been a single moment since all this began that I was happy about getting this job.
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Well...I listened to Og tell me a whole bunch of stuff. (I would say I talked to him, except that he did about 95% of the talking. Heh.) And he's right about it.
My frustration is natural and it's not necessarily a bad thing; I think everything will be fine if I just STFU and show up for work and do what they tell me to do.
And I have just half an hour before bedtime. I guess I'd better get dinner and a shower and hit the hay.