Okey dokey Folkies. Since about February I've been working through a Temp agency at a couple of Factories. The first is a Procter & Gamble owned MEGALITH that makes Maxi pads and Olay creams. Typically, I'll work 12 hours a shift there with the occasional 3-8 hour exceptio, starting at 7:00AM/PM. Unfortunately shifts began to slow down and dissipate about a month ago. I'd been promised a full time position (two days on, two days off, over and over) in early April, but that never manifested. I found myself pretty much penniless and looked into working at the local Meat Packing Plant. I was immediately hired on Full time, 5:00AM to 1:00PM Monday to Friday. I have to wake up at 4:00 to walk up there, which is both a blessing and a curse since walking there and back is STUPENDOUS excersise 5 days a week but if I arrive late I have to immediately go out onto the floor.
Now, I'm about 6'2''-6'4'' bulky as shit from hauling pallets around at P&G and look a bit like Sexy Frankenstein, so I'm typically spending at least 4 hours a day hauling around giant kelbasa and Porcetta loafs. I do not mind this, and completely understand why I have to do it: literally 90% of the workforce is short women over 50. They know their way around a knife, but production slooooooows when they're left to do heavy lifting.
At the same time, it irritates me for the first half of my shift since I'm extremely adept with a knife and there's one job that is essentially ripping the skin off of processed meat that I took a real shine too. Regardless, Frankenstein does what he's told. My uniform consists of three layers of thick clothing, s red jacket, a disposable apron, disposable plastic gloves/gauntlets and durable cutting gloves, plus a facemask and hairnet. It is loud as BALLS in that place, too. Just a constant stream of people yelling, machines clamping down on stuff and buzzers shrieking in your ear. I hate it. Glad I get earplugs.
Anyway, over the last year I've gone from Halla (car parts factory), to Stream (call centre, awful) to these two places. Part of the reason I keep moving from job to job is that my Dad, who thank fucking god moved out over a year ago, will inexplicably get hired on at these places shortly after I do. I could write an entire book on how much of a piece of shit my dad is, but instead here's a Blog:
http://shamblesclair.tumblr.com/
My sisters and I run it. It's a collection of INSANE emails that he's sent to us, my mom, and
her extended family , but not his. I suggest you read it if you want to understand why I look down on everyone/want to laugh/ want to get angry.
Anyhoo, meat packing. I have continuously suggested that my friends try Temp work as well, seeing as it's the only kind of readily-available work around here and they're deluding themselves thinking that simply waiting for something to come up in Food service or retail will work out. Meanwhile, I'm rolling in the dough. I can't help but feel ever so smug about these tiny little people who grew up without much tragedy or shit and ended up half-motivated lazy turdballs with no prospects, and I'm entitled enough to call myself 'Sexy Frankenstein'.
Additionally, I came out to one of my sisters about believing I'm bisexual last week. She, along with everyone else, have been like 'meh', so I loearned it's either not a surprise or really not a big deal at all. Prrrroooobably the latter.
I have to go to bed now. I'm aware this blog was of little consequence, but considering the festering shadow of discussion that has been happening here recently I can't say I assume it's unwelcome.
