Touch Me, I'm Going to Scream
Labor day weekend in upon us and for some reason, I feel so amped, it's like I could jump clear out of my own flesh. Ames is coming up tonight and we're hitting up Chi-town tomorrow. Shhh - don't tell her, but I'm thinking of trying to find the lost race track in Raceway Woods again (same as the ill fated journey all around the 'burbs Miss Katie and I took a few years ago).
I've been on this huge making mix cd kick lately, rocking out to yet another one last night/this morning/today/whatever. Have I mentioned lately that I don't know what day it is anymore? It's just something that comes with the territory of working 3rd...but then again, I never knew what day it was 1/8 of the time anyway on days, so... But I've been all about forming the best sonic scape possible with my music at hand so I have something comfy to wrap myself in while driving from point A to point B. Of course, it's so nice that when I get to point B (or point HH), I don't want to leave the car. So, I've been taking music in with me and just listening to it (no headphones, I'm inconsiderate, yes? but my mixes are proving popular) at the computer, cranking it up the best the puny speakers on my laptop will allow. I'm causing people to come down with bad cases of nostalgia with some of these tunes; they make for great conversation starters.
This music helps me keep me in my happy place and stay invigorated. Manic? Maybe. But I'm getting the sonic warm and fuzzies and it's keeping me itching with anticipation.
For what - clean starts, new perspectives, getting to know people better, fall (which signals the begining of the end of this most challenging year). But I'm excited, the air feels electric and this is the soundtrack to it all.
BTW - even if we don't find the race track this time, I know I'm still getting Benihana out of the deal for driving. w00t!
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Did You Just Say 'F**K' at Me, Boy?!?
Fuck. It's a word that's now lost all impact on me. Not that it ever really had much before, but now that I'm on the shop floor all the time and dealing with labor relations issues on a regular basis, "fuck" is as routine as "this" and "that."
Last night, one of my operators came in early and was acting surly to the 2nd shift management. He was spouting off with attitude unparalelled to that of a snotty pre-teen girl. We're talking arms folded, eyes rolling, under the breath muttering, full on bitchiness.
Also, I think he stole ice cream from the cafeteria, but I can't prove it...
Anyway, I'm doing the shift hand off with 2nd and it's mentioned to me that operator-dude wasn't running the lathe. He had told 2nd that he had been instructed to only shave and not to lathe, so that's what he was going to do. He even went as far to tell 2nd that, "you're not my supervisor; she gets here for 3rd." Fine, good to see I have authority?
Well, I get there and we're in the area and 2nd asks him again why he isn't lathing his parts. The response is silent treatment and we proceed onward reviewing the area. However, less than 50 steps away, the decision was made by yours truly to go back and tell him to fire up the lathe and get going at the parts. I get over there and the fellow is reading the job instructions and I ask him, "Are you reading the job instructions to lathe those parts." He rolls his eyes at me and says "Sure." So I told him, "I want you to lathe those parts." He just looks at me blankly. "I said I'm telling you to fire up that lathe and get going on those parts right now." He snaps upright and quickly turns around and goes toward the lathe because he knows that insubordination is bad. However, he's muttering stuff about the Company and I clearly hear him say "fuck."
"Did you just say 'fuck' at me?" I called to him. No response. In a bigger voice I repeated, "Did you just say 'fuck' at me, boy? Don't you say 'fuck' at me!" He turns around, "No." "No what? No you didn't say 'fuck' at me?" "No I didn't say 'fuck' at you!" "Then who did you say 'fuck' at?"
"...No one..." And then I gave him the directive: "I don't ever want to hear you say 'fuck' in front of me ever again. Do you understand?" He looks at me. "Do you understand!" "Yes." "Okay, see you at the start of shift meeting."
The other supervisor asked me if I was all right and I was and told him so. However, this exchange became the topic of the next meeting I had with the other supervisors.
Later today, I had to repeat my prohibited harassment training, which is required of all employees every 3 years. For some reason, I find this kind of a fitting way to end the day - started it yelling 'fuck,' ended it talking about why you should'nt say 'fuck.'
Now that I'm writing this word in official company documents nearly weekly, the word has lost most all effect. Save for that if it's said in front of me by that operator, I get to send him home. Weird...
Fuck. It's a word that's now lost all impact on me. Not that it ever really had much before, but now that I'm on the shop floor all the time and dealing with labor relations issues on a regular basis, "fuck" is as routine as "this" and "that."
Last night, one of my operators came in early and was acting surly to the 2nd shift management. He was spouting off with attitude unparalelled to that of a snotty pre-teen girl. We're talking arms folded, eyes rolling, under the breath muttering, full on bitchiness.
Also, I think he stole ice cream from the cafeteria, but I can't prove it...
Anyway, I'm doing the shift hand off with 2nd and it's mentioned to me that operator-dude wasn't running the lathe. He had told 2nd that he had been instructed to only shave and not to lathe, so that's what he was going to do. He even went as far to tell 2nd that, "you're not my supervisor; she gets here for 3rd." Fine, good to see I have authority?
Well, I get there and we're in the area and 2nd asks him again why he isn't lathing his parts. The response is silent treatment and we proceed onward reviewing the area. However, less than 50 steps away, the decision was made by yours truly to go back and tell him to fire up the lathe and get going at the parts. I get over there and the fellow is reading the job instructions and I ask him, "Are you reading the job instructions to lathe those parts." He rolls his eyes at me and says "Sure." So I told him, "I want you to lathe those parts." He just looks at me blankly. "I said I'm telling you to fire up that lathe and get going on those parts right now." He snaps upright and quickly turns around and goes toward the lathe because he knows that insubordination is bad. However, he's muttering stuff about the Company and I clearly hear him say "fuck."
"Did you just say 'fuck' at me?" I called to him. No response. In a bigger voice I repeated, "Did you just say 'fuck' at me, boy? Don't you say 'fuck' at me!" He turns around, "No." "No what? No you didn't say 'fuck' at me?" "No I didn't say 'fuck' at you!" "Then who did you say 'fuck' at?"
"...No one..." And then I gave him the directive: "I don't ever want to hear you say 'fuck' in front of me ever again. Do you understand?" He looks at me. "Do you understand!" "Yes." "Okay, see you at the start of shift meeting."
The other supervisor asked me if I was all right and I was and told him so. However, this exchange became the topic of the next meeting I had with the other supervisors.
Later today, I had to repeat my prohibited harassment training, which is required of all employees every 3 years. For some reason, I find this kind of a fitting way to end the day - started it yelling 'fuck,' ended it talking about why you should'nt say 'fuck.'
Now that I'm writing this word in official company documents nearly weekly, the word has lost most all effect. Save for that if it's said in front of me by that operator, I get to send him home. Weird...
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
XXX Acai-Blueberry-Pomogranite Mix
Dusty - Kings of Leon
Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing - Chris Isaak
Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt. 1 - My Morning Jacket
After it All - Cat Power
Love Whip - Reverend Horton Heat
In the Evening - Led Zepplin
Lollipop - Lil Wayne
The Other Woman - Devendra Banhart
Evil Urges - My Morning Jacket
Naked, If I Want To - Cat Power
Blue Veins - Raconteurs
Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt 2. - My Morning Jacket
All Night Thing - Temple of the Dog
Inspired by my vitamin water, night driving, and that guy that looks like a muppet yet is neverthess dead sexy!
Dusty - Kings of Leon
Baby Did a Bad Bad Thing - Chris Isaak
Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt. 1 - My Morning Jacket
After it All - Cat Power
Love Whip - Reverend Horton Heat
In the Evening - Led Zepplin
Lollipop - Lil Wayne
The Other Woman - Devendra Banhart
Evil Urges - My Morning Jacket
Naked, If I Want To - Cat Power
Blue Veins - Raconteurs
Touch Me I'm Going to Scream Pt 2. - My Morning Jacket
All Night Thing - Temple of the Dog
Inspired by my vitamin water, night driving, and that guy that looks like a muppet yet is neverthess dead sexy!
A Few of My Favorite Things - Last Week of August 2008
- XXX Vitamin Water: The triple-X is for triple antioxidants in this tasty acai-blueberry-pomagranite mix, not for a Vin Disel movie
- Louisville, KY: one of the most awesome places on earth. "God's Country. Duh"
- Denman Be Bop brush: it's a round scalp massaging brush made of super soft plastic. It's touted as something that can be used to distribute shampoo or styling product through the hair, but I like to use it to rub my scalp. I picked this up at a pit stop outside of Indy and later when Deez asked me what I was up to while driving I told him, "Rubbing my head and listening to My Morning Jacket"
- "Evil Urges:" the song (cd is good too) is trippy and sexy all at the same time
- P-town Climate: Sorry Lou, I'm growing accustomed to 68 degrees and 20% humidity in August
- XXX Vitamin Water: The triple-X is for triple antioxidants in this tasty acai-blueberry-pomagranite mix, not for a Vin Disel movie
- Louisville, KY: one of the most awesome places on earth. "God's Country. Duh"
- Denman Be Bop brush: it's a round scalp massaging brush made of super soft plastic. It's touted as something that can be used to distribute shampoo or styling product through the hair, but I like to use it to rub my scalp. I picked this up at a pit stop outside of Indy and later when Deez asked me what I was up to while driving I told him, "Rubbing my head and listening to My Morning Jacket"
- "Evil Urges:" the song (cd is good too) is trippy and sexy all at the same time
- P-town Climate: Sorry Lou, I'm growing accustomed to 68 degrees and 20% humidity in August
Monday, August 25, 2008
On the Road Again
About to embark on my journey back to Peoria. Spent the weekend hanging with my D.A.B. Allimon and the best doggie in the world, Miss Madders. It has been a truly relaxing weekend and while I'm not particularly excited to get back into the swing of things, it's good to feel refreshed and ready to go at it again. At least I don't have 2 weeks of 12+ hour shifts and weekend work to look forward to. In retrospect, I should have taken all of this week and the weekend off. Oh well, I'll just have another excuse to come back this way - vacation days to use. I still haven't matured to the point of wanting to go on trips to exotic places, chilling with friends I haven't seen for a while and chill weekends in Kentucky.
Picked up some tunes in Ear-X-Tacy yesterday and look forward to having some ear-gasms on the trek home. Think the weather is going to hold, though I do like a nice overcast drive - not as much glare. Heading west, windows down, cool wind in hair - I do love the open road.
Have cell phone charger - will travel. Feel free to call and entertain me as I trek through the vast bussom of Indiana.
About to embark on my journey back to Peoria. Spent the weekend hanging with my D.A.B. Allimon and the best doggie in the world, Miss Madders. It has been a truly relaxing weekend and while I'm not particularly excited to get back into the swing of things, it's good to feel refreshed and ready to go at it again. At least I don't have 2 weeks of 12+ hour shifts and weekend work to look forward to. In retrospect, I should have taken all of this week and the weekend off. Oh well, I'll just have another excuse to come back this way - vacation days to use. I still haven't matured to the point of wanting to go on trips to exotic places, chilling with friends I haven't seen for a while and chill weekends in Kentucky.
Picked up some tunes in Ear-X-Tacy yesterday and look forward to having some ear-gasms on the trek home. Think the weather is going to hold, though I do like a nice overcast drive - not as much glare. Heading west, windows down, cool wind in hair - I do love the open road.
Have cell phone charger - will travel. Feel free to call and entertain me as I trek through the vast bussom of Indiana.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
14.5 millimeter balls
A conversation in our office this morning between the team lead and planner...I sit right between them.
Team Lead: Hey Steph, I need some balls!
Planner: What size balls you need?
TL: I need the 14.5 mm
Planner: 14.5 mm balls coming up
wait about 2 minutes
Planner: It'll take a day to get them.
TL: Damn, I really need some balls.
Planner: Too bad, they won't drop until tomorrow
(btw - when something drops, that means it's placed in queue to be delivered to a work area)
Me:
TL: Are you laughing at my balls?
Me:...bwahahahahahahahaha
A conversation in our office this morning between the team lead and planner...I sit right between them.
Team Lead: Hey Steph, I need some balls!
Planner: What size balls you need?
TL: I need the 14.5 mm
Planner: 14.5 mm balls coming up
wait about 2 minutes
Planner: It'll take a day to get them.
TL: Damn, I really need some balls.
Planner: Too bad, they won't drop until tomorrow
(btw - when something drops, that means it's placed in queue to be delivered to a work area)
Me:
TL: Are you laughing at my balls?
Me:
Saturday, August 02, 2008
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