I planned to stay over for the next two days, since I had nothing planned for the following days, and, hey, a little overtime never hurt anyone. My floor duties went pretty much as they have been lately, though I got to drive the trailer across the street to pick up packing supplies for the job that was planned to run on twenty-one today. It was a sort of fun experience, I suppose; wouldn't protest if they asked me to do it again, though I suspect it's just because it's different from what I've been used to doing as an operator. I'm contemplating asking Mac, the shipping guy, if he'll teach me how to operate a hi-lo if I come into work early. He's been staying over pretty late after his shift, mostly do to being busy, so I suspect he won't have time, but it never really hurts to ask.
Staying over's been giving me the opportunity to keep my edge as an operator, as I get to be one for four hours out of the day. I actually kind of look forward to the end of the day when I get to just sit at a machine and do one job without having to worry about making sure everyone has what they need. It's not the same kind of looking forward to that I get when I know I get to go home after my shift, but it's a bright spot, despite the twelve-hour day.
Today I wore a pair of my Skechers that I'd gotten bored with one morning and decided to sew on various pieces from a pair of old Tripp pants I had laying around, as well as installing some screws so I could screw on a pair of metal plates I had made for the fronts. Granted, I have no idea where the plates have gone now.
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