It's a mistake to agree to work overtime on a weekday, when it means that I will be quality checking for ten hours straight. My eyes can't take it. Okay, I'll drag myself in for some Saturdays, but my eyes can't stay too late.
Yeah, we know we're not in this job for much longer, and we're working volunteer overtime, back in the jewelry madhouse. Might as well keep the customers busy returning this horrid stuff until the end. And get a few extra smackeroos, in the bargain.
Management recently started requiring us to do several stretching exercises in the morning, and as a punishment for this requirement, they have shortened our afternoon break by five minutes. Isn't that the end? To think, I thought that the slowing of the machines was the end, but now they are making new policies during the eleventh hour. Oh, by the way, that young man whose accident precipated the slowing of the machines was fired before the knot on his head went down--I forgot to tell you that.
It is my special dream that Ekim and I will embark on our December cruise with this job in my past. Wow, that sounded so spoiled! It would be so lovely, but our cruise is right before Christmas, and by that I mean that we get back on December 23rd. And somehow, I think we'll have ends to tie up before they let us go.
Management might think up more policies to entertain us with, too. Who knows? And why am I still compulsively typing? My eyes are tired, and I've left poor Harry in an uncomfortable situation. Of course, that's where he usually is in book #5. I'd forgotten how dark it was.
*yawn* I'll catch up laterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr